Timinek
Neil Gaiman
(Untitled)
This is everything I have to tell you about love: nothing.
This is everything I've learned about marriage: nothing.
Only that the world out there is complicated,
and there are beasts in the night, and delight and pain,
and the only thing that makes it okay, sometimes,
is to reach out a hand in the darkness and find another hand to squeeze,
and not to be alone.
It's not the kisses, or never just the kisses: it's what they mean.
Somebody's got your back.
Somebody knows your worst self and somehow doesn't want to rescue you
or send for the army to rescue them.
It's not two broken halves becoming one.
It's the light from a distant lighthouse bringing you both safely home
because home is wherever you are both together.
So this is everything I have to tell you about love and marriage: nothing,
like a book without pages or a forest without trees.
Because there are things you cannot know before you experience them.
Because no study can prepare you for the joys or the trials.
Because nobody else's love, nobody else's marriage, is like yours,
and it's a road you can only learn by walking it,
a dance you cannot be taught,
a song that did not exist before you began, together, to sing.
And because in the darkness you will reach out a hand,
not knowing for certain if someone else is even there.
And your hands will meet,
and then neither of you will ever need to be alone again.
This is everything I have to tell you about love: nothing.
This is everything I've learned about marriage: nothing.
Only that the world out there is complicated,
and there are beasts in the night, and delight and pain,
and the only thing that makes it okay, sometimes,
is to reach out a hand in the darkness and find another hand to squeeze,
and not to be alone.
It's not the kisses, or never just the kisses: it's what they mean.
Somebody's got your back.
Somebody knows your worst self and somehow doesn't want to rescue you
or send for the army to rescue them.
It's not two broken halves becoming one.
It's the light from a distant lighthouse bringing you both safely home
because home is wherever you are both together.
So this is everything I have to tell you about love and marriage: nothing,
like a book without pages or a forest without trees.
Because there are things you cannot know before you experience them.
Because no study can prepare you for the joys or the trials.
Because nobody else's love, nobody else's marriage, is like yours,
and it's a road you can only learn by walking it,
a dance you cannot be taught,
a song that did not exist before you began, together, to sing.
And because in the darkness you will reach out a hand,
not knowing for certain if someone else is even there.
And your hands will meet,
and then neither of you will ever need to be alone again.
And that's all I know about love.
shizoo:
Címezetlen
Minden, amit a szerelemről nektek mondhatnék: érvénytelen.
És minden, amit a házasságról tanultam: érvénytelen.
Mondhatnám, hogy a házasság bonyolult világ
mint egy dzsungel, öröm és fájdalom éji ragadozóival,
ahol néha a kinyújtott kezed rátalál a másikéra
és akkor picit minden a helyére kerül
mert nem vagy egyedül.
Nem a csókok, avagy nemcsak a csókok, meg amit jelentenek.
Van kinek vesd a hátad.
Még nem ismeri a legsötétebb oldalad és mégis
annak támaszkodva véd az árnyéksereglettől.
Nem az egykor félbetört, ami most egyből újra egy.
Csak egy távoli fénypászma megpillantásának esélye
amerre haladhattok - mert ott lesz az otthon.
Tehát amit elmondhatnék a szerelmetekről és a házasságotokról: érvénytelen,
mint egy meg nem írt regény,
vagy üres domboldalon az erdő lehetősége.
Mert vannak dolgok, amiről semmit nem tudsz, amíg nem tapasztalod.
Mert a tanács nem készít fel sem örömre, sem próbatételekre.
Mert senki szerelme és házassága nem olyan, mint a tiéd.
Ezt az utat csak akkor ismered meg, ha elindulsz rajta,
ezt a táncot nem lehet előre megtanulni,
ez a dal onnantól van, mikortól énekelitek.
Ez a sötétben kinyújtott kéz
ami egy másik kézre tapint.
Nem is remélte, hogy ott van
de nem szeretne többé egyedül lenni.
Csak ennyit mondhatok el a szerelemről.
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