I don't want to hear about them any more. I could vomit on the Moomintrolls. Tove Jansson More Quotes by Tove Jansson More Quotes From Tove Jansson Someone who eats pancakes and jam can't be so awfully dangerous. You can talk to him. Tove Jansson dangerouspancakesjam There are such a lot of things that have no place in summer and autumn and spring. Everything that’s a little shy and a little rum. Some kinds of night animals and people that don’t fit in with others and that nobody really believes in. They keep out of the way all the year. And then when everything’s quiet and white and the nights are long and most people are asleep—then they appear. Tove Jansson summerspringbelieve Grandmother walked up over the bare granite and thought about birds in general. It seemed to her no other creature had the same dramatic capacity to underline and perfect events - the shifts in the seasons and the weather, the changes that run through people themselves. Tove Jansson grandmotherrunningweather A very long time ago, Grandmother had wanted to tell about all the things they did, but no one had bothered to ask. And now she had lost the urge. Tove Jansson grandmotherlostlong Before we left, Grandmother talked a lot about the arctic night we would fly through. 'Isn't it a mystical word, "arctic"? Pure and quite hard. And meridians. Isn't that pretty? We're going to fly along them, faster than the light can follow us... Time won't be able to catch us. Tove Jansson grandmotherlightnight I need to write down my observations. Even the tiniest ones; they're the most important. Tove Jansson importantwritingneeds Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abundance of shiny paper, decorating and hiding everything and giving a feeling of reckless extravagance. Tove Jansson goldfeelingsgiving Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers. Tove Jansson lonelyflowerhair 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. Tove Jansson strangepeopleway ... 'I've been doing everything for an awfully long time, and I've seen and lived as hard as I could, and it's been unbelievable, I tell you, unbelievable. But now I have the feeling everything's gliding away from me, and I don't remember, and I don't care, and yet now is right when I need it!'. [pp. 84-85] Tove Jansson glidingfeelingslong ...by and by a change came: I started to muse about the shape of my nose. I put my trivial surroundings aside and mused more and more about myself, and I found this to be a bewitching occupation. I stopped asking and longed instead to speak of my thoughts and feelings. Alas, there was no one besides myself who found me interesting. Tove Jansson askingfeelingsinteresting For a while she considered being ill, but she changed her mind. Tove Jansson changedillmind He was the owner of the moonlight on the ground, he fell in love with the most beautiful of the trees, he made wreaths of leaves and strung them around his neck. Tove Jansson wreathstreebeautiful 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. Tove Jansson peculiargatheringwhite Dogs are mute and obedient, but they have watched us and know us and can smell how pitiful we are. Tove Jansson mutesmelldog Sophia and Grandmother sat down by the shore to discuss the matter further. It was a pretty day, and the sea was running a long, windless swell. It was on days just like this--dog days--that boats went sailing off all by themselves. Large, alien objects made their way in from sea, certain things sank and others rose, milk soured, and dragonflies danced in desperation. Lizards were not afraid. When the moon came up, red spiders mated on uninhabited skerries, where the rock became an unbroken carpet of tiny, ecstatic spiders. Tove Jansson grandmotherdogrunning One ought to have the right to have a secret and to spring it as a surprise. But if you live inside a family you have neither. Tove Jansson familysecretspring The hemulen woke up slowly and recognised himself and wished he had been someone he didn't know. Tove Jansson knows Everyone must imagine his own snakes because no one else's snakes can ever be as awful. Tove Jansson snakesawfulimagine When Mats came in the evenings, they would drink tea in the kitchen while reading their books and talking about them. If Katri came in, they were quiet and waited for her to leave. The back door would close, and Katri would have gone. “Does your sister read our books?” Anna wanted to know. “No. She reads literature. Tove Jansson readingdoorsbook
