آه ای ناتانائیل، اکنون که این متن را می‌نویسم، زندگی چنگال‌های خود را در کالبدم فرو می‌کند، اما همچنان با همه‌ی این چیزها، هنر مرهمی همیشگی‌ست....

Reading this book was like meeting a friend who you vibe with so much. The prose and the verses were breathtaking, relevant, and conscious. But just like the best of friends, there were moments when Gide became slightly off. All of a sudden, he became religious. Not spiritual but religious. His faith was obscure and it felt like he was keeping some things to himself. The accessible friend became a stranger. Passionate but vague. Like, what happened, dude? Despite that, this book deserves more than 5 stars. After all, he was only religious for around 10 pages. The rest is very very delicious.

"Não basta ler que as areias das praias são doces; quero que meus pés nus as sintam... É-me inútil todo conhecimento que uma sensação não precedeu."

Livro-vida

Sungkem sama n-buna yg bisa baca buku ini kemudian langsung kepikiran untuk bikin lagu sedemikian indah dan bermakna (everyone please listen to chinokate by yorushika)

How long, how long, o waiting, will you last? And once over, what will there be left to live for? "Waiting! Longing! For what?" I cried. "What can come that is not born of ourselves? And what can be born of us that we do not know already?"

Fruits of the Earth is a dedication to joy and simple pleasures of life. This lyrical prose is an encouragement to self-liberation; letting go of the past and seeking freedom. To be independent and free; to be one with nature; to live in the moment.

Look upon the evening as the death of the day; and upon the morning as the birth of all things. Let every moment renew your vision.
The wise man is he who constantly wonders afresh.

It is not enough for me to read that the sand on the seashore is soft. My bare feet must feel it. I have no use for knowledge that has not been preceded by a sensation.
I have never seen anything sweetly beautiful in this world without desiring to touch it with all my fondness.
O lovely surface of the earth, how marvelous is your flowering!

"Circumstances," said Josephus, "have dealt with me in a way I cannot approve."
"What of it?" answered Menalcas. "I prefer to say that what is not, is what could not be."