“waiting Out There, And Waiting Out There, While Man Comes And Goes On This Pitiful Little Planet.

Sunsets are loved because they vanish.

-- Ray Bradbury

(Cluj, Romania)

The years go by. The time flies. Every single second is a moment in time that passes. And it seems like nothing - but when you’re looking back... well, it amounts to everything.

-- Ray Bradbury

“‘Why is it,’ he said, one time, at the subway entrance, 'I feel I’ve known you so many years?’ 'Because I like you,’ she said, 'and I don’t want anything from you.’”

— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“We earth men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things.”

— Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles

"Science fiction is the art of the possible."

—Ray Bradbury, born on this day in 1920

Message of Ray Bradbury.

"When I was 19 years old I couldn't go to college because I came from a poor family. We had no money, so I went to the library at least. Three days a week I read every possible book. At the age of 27 I have actually completed almost the entire library instead of university. So I got my education in the library and for free. When a person wants something, they will find a way to achieve it.

I would like to remind you one thing:

Humans should never forget that we have been assigned only a very small place on earth, that we live surrounded by nature that can easily take back everything that has ever given to man.

It costs absolutely nothing in her way to one day blow us all off the face of the earth or flood the waters of the ocean with her single breath, just to remind man once again that he is not as all-powerful as he still foolishly thinks. "

Ray Bradbury

American writer

The Halloween Tree by Ray Bradbury, 1972

There I strolled, lost in love, down the corridors, and through the stacks, touching books, pulling volumes out, turning pages, thrusting volumes back, drowning in all the good stuffs that are the essence of libraries. What a place, don’t you agree, to write a novel about burning books in the Future! —Ray Bradbury/Zen in the Art of Writing

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime. 

~Ray Bradbury (Book: Fahrenheit 451)

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