Durch ein Zitat in einem Buch bin ich mal wieder auf TENNESSEE WILLIAMS gestoßen, den alten Realisten, Träumer und Menschenkenner. Und auch HUMANISTEN (Das sind für mich MENSCHENVERSTEHER ohne MENSCHENVERURTEILER zu sein)
“What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it’s curved like a road through mountains.”
“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
“If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.”
“There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.”
“Nobody sees anybody truly but all through the flaws of their own egos. That is the way we all see …each other in life. Vanity, fear, desire, competition– all such distortions within our own egos– condition our vision of those in relation to us. Add to those distortions to our own egos the corresponding distortions in the egos of others, and you see how cloudy the glass must become through which we look at each other. That’s how it is in all living relationships except when there is that rare case of two people who love intensely enough to burn through all those layers of opacity and see each other’s naked hearts.”
“I don’t want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don’t tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth. And it that’s sinful, then let me be damned for it!”
“There’s a time for departure even when there’s no certain place to go.”
“When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.”
― Tennessee Williams, Camino Real
― Tennessee Williams, Camino Real
“I suppose I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really.”
“Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory.”
“Don’t you just love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn’t just an hour – but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands – and who knows what to do with it?”
― Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire
― Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire