Tove Jansson citáty

„Vypadá to tu líp, když se špinavé nádobí strčí pod postel. Než zaprší…“

„Najednou se muminka zmocnila taková radost, že se musel odebrat do samoty. Okdráčel pomalu ke kůlně. A když ho nikdo neviděl, dal se do běhu. Běžel v roztálém sněhu, slunce se mu opíralo do zad a on běžel a běžel, protože byl šťastný a na nic nemyslel.“

„Jedno letní ráno za úsvitu před dávnými lety
jsem potkala malou holčičku s knihou pod paží.
Zeptala jsem se jí, proč je venku tak brzy a
ona odpověděla, že je příliš mnoho knih a
příliš málo času. A v tom měla naprostou pravdu.“

„Cokoliv člověku chutná, je zdravé na žaludek.“

„Možná není moje vášeň speciální, ale alespoň je moje.“

„Budu se muset trochu uklidnit. Jinak vybouchnu štěstím.“

“A theatre is the most important sort of house in the world, because that's where people are shown what they could be if they wanted, and what they'd like to be if they dared to and what they really are”

“But that's how it is when you start wanting to have things. Now, I just look at them, and when I go away I carry them in my head. Then my hands are always free, because I don't have to carry a suitcase.”

“I only want to live in peace, plant potatoes and dream!”

“It is simply this: do not tire, never lose interest, never grow indifferent—lose your invaluable curiosity and you let yourself die. It's as simple as that.”

“You must go on a long journey before you can really find out how wonderful home is.”

“Someone who eats pancakes and jam can't be so awfully dangerous. You can talk to him.”

“One summer morning at sunrise a long time ago
I met a little girl with a book under her arm.
I asked her why she was out so early and
she answered that there were too many books and
far too little time. And there she was absolutely right.”

“All things are so very uncertain, and that's exactly what makes me feel reassured.”

“I'll have to calm down a bit. Or else I'll burst with happiness”

“Gathering is peculiar, because you see nothing but what you're looking for. If you're picking raspberries, you see only what's red, and if you're looking for bones you see only the white. No matter where you go, the only thing you see is bones.”

“Maybe my passion is nothing special, but at least it's mine.”

“It's funny about love', Sophia said. 'The more you love someone, the less he likes you back.'
'That's very true,' Grandmother observed. 'And so what do you do?'
'You go on loving,' said Sophia threateningly. 'You love harder and harder.”

“It was a particularly good evening to begin a book.”

“The hemulen woke up slowly and recognised himself and wished he had been someone he didn't know.”

“Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers.”

“Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.”

“It looks rather ordinary," said the Snork. "Unless you consider that a top hat is always somewhat extraordinary, of course.”

“Why are you in such a rush?" Sophia asked, and her grandmother answered that it was a good idea to do things before you forgot that they had to be done.”

“You can't ever be really free if you admire somebody too much.”

“Lie on the bridge and watch the water flowing past. Or run, or wade through the swamp in your red boots. Or roll yourself up and listen to the rain falling on the roof. It's very easy to enjoy yourself.”

“The thing about God, she thought, is that He usually does help, but not until you've made an effort on your own.”

“Quite, quite,' she thought with a little sigh. 'It's always like this in their adventures. To save and be saved. I wish somebody would write a story sometime about the people who warm up the heroes afterward.”

“It’s strange,” Moominmamma thought. “Strange that people can be sad, and even angry because life is too easy. But that’s the way it is, I suppose. The only thing to do is to start life afresh.”

“Making a journey by night is more wonderful than anything in the world.”

“There's no need to imagine that you're a wondrous beauty, because that's what you are.”

“It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness.”

“I need to write down my observations. Even the tiniest ones; they're the most important.”

“It's funny about paths and rivers," he mused. "You see them go by, and suddenly you feel upset and want to be somewhere else--wherever the path or the river is going, perhaps.”

“Everything's much too big here,' thought Moominmamma. 'Or perhaps I'm too small.”