Quotes from Erik Pevernagie

Ephemeral emotions can be saved in the backyard of our memory. Beauty and poetry are stored in the mind and illuminate our thoughts. ( "Living life as a poem" )

Everybody is an alien to somebody else. The other can be heaven or can be hell. Still and all, the other remains an opportunity to discover ourselves. ( "Le ciel c'est l'autre" )

Everyone feels like an alien to someone else or even sometimes to oneself. Whether native, foreigner or exile, whether assimilated or singular, whether straight or gay, important is to find an access to the open public space, the 'space of appearance' and the gate to a citizenship of the world. (Township)

Falling in love is like entering a promised land that offers hope and dreams. It is like a room filled with romantic ecstasy and intense comprehensiveness, putting everything in the shade. ( " Another empty room" )

False hopes and unrealistic expectations lead inevitably to disillusionment. Being happy with the small things that life offers us, allows us to enjoy the moment as it emerges. (Is that all there is?)

Fear can be passed on to others and, similar to fear of flying, its smell can be sensed by people in outlandish places or fussy situations. Its apprehension may be nasal or actuated through our brain, our memory or the sensorial spread, and not at the least through a sixth sense. (One could still feel the smell of fear )

Feelings and emotions can dismantle gradually all lucid patterns in the back garden of our fantasy. A reflect graphic image of our dream can reveal what is hidden in the back of our mind's eye and show things we are, maybe, not ready to acknowledge. ("Back garden of a dream")

How many people are ready to die for beauty, prepared to go through an infernal desert of starvation. Absence of beauty means ultimate loneliness. Absence of beauty means guilt and exile into a no-man's land. Life is an outcast's journey through a gloomy valley, when beauty has forsaken. ("Absence of beauty was like hell").

Human understanding very often remains enigmatic and motivations impenetrable. Many codes remain unbreakable, unless one has the unconditional key. ( " The unbreakable code " )

Journeys of love can be stunning and desperately exhausting. Love implies hope, but numerous are the impediments and the road may be covered with shipwrecking obstacles, since love is mystery, doubt, fear, pain and sometimes war or hell. ( " Those journeys of love" - "Cape of good Hope " )

Life is a game and people love games. But games need rules. Most children's plays or guileless entertaining assume rules. Without rules we cannot play and without play we cannot enjoy life. ("When forgetting the rules of the game" )

Life is a game one has got to play. It can be a very versatile performance, though. We have to find out, how we would like to take part in the game and what role we wish to play. By discovering what we want to achieve, we try to give significance to our life. In this way we understand how we see ourselves and can realize if we actually own our life or if it is ruled by other people. ("Life untitled" )

Life is a mysterious adventure full of unexpected happenings and captivating episodes with intriguing revelations. We just have to squeeze it gently and enjoy each drop. That is philosophy. (( "Waiting for the pieces to fall into place" )

Life is a mysterious puzzle, a game with incongruent sequences, strange episodes and unwritten stories. ( "Waiting for the pieces to fall into place" )

Life is a tale full of expectations and each new episode, each fresh piece gives us a new definition to the message of our story. ( "Waiting for the pieces to fall into place" )

Life is about capturing the magic of the moment that gives the inspiring power to forge ahead into a world of insight and understanding.

Life is damned to be a misunderstanding, if we just see it as we think it is, and not as it actually is. Life will be a sequence of misapprehensions, if we experience it with our own quirky wording, our own constricted view and not with the language of others. ( " Life was a misunderstanding » )

Many are prepared to live a life of "wishless" happiness and undemanding contentment, when escaping from bad luck in the nick of time or just being lucky, once in a while, is a satisfactory option. ( " Happiness blowing in the wind. " )

Many are waiting for to the day they can say "Eureka!, I have found it! ". They are not waiting for some kind of device that has still to be invented. They are anticipating the moment all scattered pieces of their life can be gathered. All essential parts of the intricate make-up of their identity are waiting to be revealed and comprehended. The magic "Eureka moment" allows them to enliven and dress up their expectations for the future. ("Waiting for Eureka" )

Many can't help faking happiness on account of social pressure. Happiness can be viewed as a social duty and sadness is socially not acceptable. ( "C'est quand le bonheur ?" )

Many watch paintings with their ears, ever since they judge art by the sound of the money. ( "When is art? " )

Memory can immortalize a dream. Beyond temporarily there is eternity. Lost Dreams.

Mutual understanding becomes misunderstanding, when there are no longer commitments, no definite expectations, no responsibilities and no common objectives. Misunderstanding may end up in regret, pain and confusion. ("Mutual understanding" )

Now is now. And now will never be again. Tomorrow is another country. The magic of the present moment must be found out and be given a further life in the attic of our remembrance. ("Voices of the sea" )