Quotes About Lightness

My head was so light. Wind sang through the field grass. The same wind brushed hair off my face, soft as my mother's hand, and when the falling snow started to clump into flakes, each thick flake came down with the love of a frozen kiss, like somebody was saving up, freezing their warm love for later.

The Buddhists are right -- and so is Kundera -- this lightness of being is perfectly unbearable. Who can accept the idea of having only one life?

Hope Is an Airy Queen.

can't take myself too seriously when I open

I viaggi che riescono meglio sono quelli che non si fa a tempo a preparare. Quelli che si affrontano senza una zavorra di libri. In leggerezza. Portandosi dietro nient'altro che l'esperienza dei nomadismi precedenti." – Trans Europa Express –

J'avançais avec ce sentiment de légèreté qui vous prend quelque fois dans les rêves. Vous ne craignez plus rien, tous les dangers sont dérisoires.

Le moment de la journée que je préférais, c'était à Paris l'hiver entre six heures et huit heures et demie du matin, quand il faisait encore nuit. Un répit avant le lever du jour. Le temps était en suspens et l'on se sentait plus léger que d'habitude.

I weigh more than a mountain but less than a feather.

My head felt clear and light, like a leaf floating on the wind.

need to go chase the wind for a while, you are too serious.

A particular joy of good weather. an amiable lightness I easily succumb to.

And these words of advice, imparted with such undivided grace, filled my limbs with such a lightness that I was lifted and left to glide above the grass, although it appeared to all that I was still among them, wrapped in human tasks, with both feet on the ground.

Schwerer werden. Leichter sein.

The search for ground lights is not enough. There is the axis to be followed and '—dot dot dot—' forgotten. You must above all find lightness, buoyancy, the permanent defiance of gravity.

yet we not infrequently find that a purely local treatment relieves the patient from them, especially when the air-douche is used. A feeling of lightness, quiet and freedom takes the place of noise, fullness and oppression.

I think now that maybe true sweetness can only happen in limbo. I don't know why. Is it because we are so unsure, so tentative and waiting? Like it needs that much room, that much space to expand. The not knowing anything really, the hoping, the aching transience: This is not real, not really, and so we let it alone, let it unfold lightly. Those times that can fly.

Nothing to lose is so empty, so light, that the sand you crumble to at last blows away in a gust, so insubstantial it's carried upwards to shirr into the sandstorm of the stars. That's where we all get to. The rest is just wearing thin waiting for the wind.

For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”