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“The fact that a cloud from a minor volcanic eruption in Iceland鈥攁 small disturbance in the complex mechanism of life on the Earth鈥攃an bring to a standstill the aerial traffic over an entire continent is a reminder of how, with all its power to transform nature, humankind remains just another species on the planet Earth.”
― Slavoj 沤i啪ek

“Are you saying that you people knew about these amorophobots all the time?"
"Of course we did. They attacked us in Iceland. Remember?"
"No. I was unconscious.”
― Eoin Colfer, The Atlantis Complex

“There is no more sagacious animal than the Icelandic horse. He is stopped by neither snow, nor storm, nor impassable roads, nor rocks, glaciers, or anything. He is courageous, sober, and surefooted. He never makes a false step, never shies. If there is a river or fjord to cross (and we shall meet with many) you will see him plunge in at once, just as if he were amphibious, and gain the opposite bank.”
― Jules Verne, Journey to the Center of the Earth

“There's no one on the island telling them they're not good enough, so they just go ahead and sing and paint and write.”
― Eric Weiner, The Geography of Bliss: One Grump's Search for the Happiest Places in the World

“It was not hard to believe a beautiful woman capable of murder, Margret thought.As it says in the sagas, Opt er flago i fogru skinni. A witch often has fair skin.”
― Hannah Kent, Burial Rites

“Neither mine nor other people's prospects seem particularly pleasing just at the moment, and I have fantasies of going to Iceland, never to return. As it is, I tell myself not to remember the past, not to hope or fear for the future, and not to think in the present, a comprehensive program that will undoubtedly have very little success.”
― Edward Gorey, Floating Worlds: The Letters of Edward Gorey & Peter F. Neumeyer

“Wir sind alle ein bisschen gestorben in diesem Krieg, glaube ich. Wie meine Mutter immer gesagt hat. Krieg t枚tet alle, auch die, die ihn 眉berleben.”
― Hallgrimur Helgason

“The Icelanders are the most intelligent race on earth, because they discovered America and never told anyone.”
― Oscar Wilde

“If ever I hear again of any lapse from a proper standard of infantile decorum, I shall ask for your transference to a Sub-Centre鈥損referably to Iceland. Good morning.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“The snow grew deeper as we laboured down the hill. The land was a flat white pall, spread out like rumpled wool.
Into the distance stretched the solid sea, sullen and murky beneath the ice.
The sea will trick a man, seeming frozen and steadfast on the surface, but under the white crust, the black water gulps greedily at the breathing world above.
In time, I knew, despite everything that had happened, the sun would rise and the light would glitter off the ice, like shards of glass.
The world would glow.”
― Caroline Lea, The Glass Woman

“A chill wind blew across the frozen water. There was no marker to show where the land ended and the sea began, except for the blocks of solid sea, where the water had frosted over, shifted, then frozen
again. Tiny slabs of ice squatted, stacked like tombstones.
We walked out onto the crusted water. The ice groaned under our feet, the rumble of an Arctic bear, warning as the dark water beneath shifted. We stopped. My heart beat in my throat. I waited for the crack of the ice, the roar of the water.
The world held its breath.”
― Caroline Lea, The Glass Woman

“A Nor冒fj枚r冒ur r枚vid fjord, alig egy haboz谩snyi, viszont ezer m茅tern茅l is magasabb hegyek veszik k枚r眉l, n茅melyik眉k pereme borotva茅les, 茅s hasad茅kaik ki谩lt谩shoz hasonlatosak.”
― J贸n Kalman Stef谩nsson, Fish Have No Feet

“Poem of the day 1. n贸vember 2010:

Tunglskin
Og vatni冒 starir, starir k枚ldum augum
谩 stirndan himin yfir bleikum tindum.
Og inn 铆 dalnum d枚kkir skuggar trj谩nna vi冒 dapra geilsa tunglsins st铆ga dans.

Og yfir sandinn, langar 贸ralei冒ir,
l媒sir tungli冒 spor 镁铆n, 镁reytti ma冒ur,
og breg冒ur k枚ldum, annarlegum glampa
谩 andlit 镁itt.

脡g s茅 镁ig hverfa, hverfa inn 铆 skuggann.
Og yfir 枚llu vakir 镁枚gnin - 镁枚gnin.”
― Steinn Steinarr

“Most of the time, he鈥檚 controlling, with the temperament of a troll. Come to think of it, he has the manners of one too. And I do not like that he tried to kill me. Twice.”
― Demi Winters, The Road of Bones

“sehol m谩sutt nem m茅rtek nagyobb t谩vols谩got 茅g 茅s f枚ld k枚z枚tt.”
― J贸n Kalman Stef谩nsson, Fish Have No Feet

“By the time the war ended, Iceland was a changed country. Not least among the changes, in 1944 it had negotiated full independence from Denmark. Now it was free to negotiate its own relations with the rest of the world. Because of cod, it had moved in one generation from a fifteenth-century colonial society to a modern postwar nation.”
― Mark Kurlansky, Cod: A Biography of the Fish that Changed the World

“We were but a step away from the vagrants and exiles who are left to beg by the roads until they were murdered by the cold and buried by the snow.”
― Caroline Lea, The Glass Woman

“The Faroes, Iceland, and Greenland were all found by accident when ships were driven off course in bad weather; nobody just set out for a far horizon. It is also important to remember that many of these Viking voyagers were simply never seen again.”
― Neil Price, Children of Ash and Elm: A History of the Vikings

“This land will kill you, if it can. We Icelanders are forged of different metal from the soft foreigners 鈥� even the Barbary pirates did not stay long. Have you ever known a Danish trader to winter here from choice?鈥�
I shrugged. How did this concern me, or the people鈥檚 morbid curiosity?
鈥榃e seem strong, J贸n, all of us, but we are like grass 鈥� we bend so the wind will not break us. You are like the sea: you surge forward again and again. See yourself now. Your parents are dead, your croft is falling apart and your boat is riddled with holes, yet you don鈥檛 stop.鈥�
I spread my hands. 鈥業 don鈥檛 want to die.鈥�
鈥榊ou want to live. You want a better life than the one you were given.”
― Caroline Lea, The Glass Woman

“Sometimes we woke in the night, huddled against the cold. Then, in the darkness, the world and everything in it became as skinless as water, no boundaries to show where one wave ended and the next began, our bodies like paired oars, each movement driving us further into the unknown. Time and sensation blurred. Tiny moments of golden brilliance, gossamer-thin and stretched to breaking, in a life otherwise steeped in grim shadow.
I did not simply hold P茅tur in my arms; I embraced him with blood and bone, clasped him with muscle and spirit, everything that I was and hoped to be.
God might strike me down, but I felt saved and whole. Afterwards, we fell asleep intertwined. In those last moments of wakefulness, blinking up at the stars, as I sensed P茅tur鈥檚 sweat cooling on my skin, I felt utterly human and fallen, and utterly content. And in those heat-soaked rags of time, I wished for every mountain in Iceland to shudder down rocks upon us, concealing us for ever from the gaze of the world. If we were ever found, our bodies would be dragged from the rubble together: tangled, knotted 鈥� inseparable.
But such moments of savage contentment are as fleeting as the reflection of the swelling moon blinking upon the surface of the sea.
Only ever minutes old, they dissolve with a passing cloud, or a gust of wind.
In every human heart glows a tiny flame of hope that tomorrow will bring a love that might satisfy the smouldering yearning to be known.
In some hearts, that fire is greedy and becomes a devouring inferno. It leaves only dead ash and dry dust behind. The wind whirls it into emptiness.
But there is such heat while it burns 鈥� And the light is infinite.”
― Caroline Lea, The Glass Woman

“The laws of Iceland allow of killing on the spot in return for attack or for a
blow, even though they may leave no mark on the skin.”
― Vilhelm Gr枚nbech, The Culture of the Teutons: Volumes 1 and 2

“For partners in frith, vengeance is a duty; the law sanctions this duty as a right. The laws of Iceland allow of killing on the spot in return for attack or for a blow, even though they may leave no mark on the skin.”
― Vilhelm Gr枚nbech, The Culture of the Teutons: Volumes 1 and 2

“Dalla mia coscienza alle tue labbra c'猫 un oceano insormontabile.”
― Audur Ava Olafsdottir, Miss Islande

“鬲卮賲禺 丕賱噩亘丕賱 賮賵賯 丕賱丨賷丕丞 賵丕賱賲賵鬲貙 賵賴匕賴 丕賱亘賷賵鬲 丕賱賲鬲賱丕氐賯丞 毓賱賶 丕賱賱爻丕賳 丕賱爻丕丨賱賷. 賳丨賳 賳毓賷卮 賮賷 賯丕毓 鬲噩賵賷賮貙 賷賲乇 丕賱氐亘丕丨 貙賷鬲丨賵賱 丕賱賶 賲爻丕亍貙 鬲睾賲乇賴 爻賰賷賳丞 丕賱毓鬲賲丞貙 鬲鬲賵賴噩 丕賱賳噩賵賲. 賳噩賵賲 鬲鬲兀賱賯 丕賱賶 丕賱兀亘丿 賮賵賯賳丕 賰賲丕 賱賵 兀賳 賱丿賷賴丕 乇爻丕賱丞 毓丕噩賱丞貙 廿賳賲丕 兀賷 乇爻丕賱丞 賵賲賲賳責 賲丕匕丕 鬲乇賷丿 賲賳丕貙 丕賵 賱毓賱 丕賱兀賴賲 乇亘賲丕 貙賲丕匕丕 賳乇賷丿 賳丨賳 賲賳賴丕責”
― J贸n Kalman Stef谩nsson, Himnar铆ki og helv铆ti

“They maintain that while gathering with loved ones is central to Iceland's holiday season, so is spending quality time with some new books.”
― Alex Palmer

“Konden we politici die kunst als hobby wegzetten maar een tijdje laten afkoelen op de Ijslandse hooglanden. Als een vis op het droge zouden ze naar cultuur liggen happen. Niet als entertainment maar als datgene wat de mensheid van mosland onderscheidt.”
― Laura Broekhuysen, Flessenpost uit Reykjavik

“兀賷賳 丕賱囟賵亍貙 兀賷賳 丕賱乇亘賷毓貙 兀賲丕 賰丕賳 賴賳丕賰 賮賷 賷賵賲 毓卮亘 兀禺囟乇責”
― J贸n Kalman Stef谩nsson, 丨夭賳 丕賱賲賱丕卅賰丞

“It is as natural to the Icelandic heart to turn to poetry in times of stress as for another to search his Bible.”
― Laura Goodman Salverson, The viking heart

“One day, the one you love will tear your throat out. One day, the sun and the moon will fall to their wolves. The Earth will flash to clinker in the red-giant rush of stellar evolution, the universe drift to static and silence resolved, and the gods walk quietly across wind-hushed I冒av枚llr.”
― Sonya Taaffe

“The Icelanders were struck by the number of times I'd visited their country: That trip, in 2009, was number fourteen. Hjalti came over and quizzed me, in Icelandic, patiently reframing his questions until, with my limited grasp of the language, I finally understood, but still some were hard to answer: Why do you come here so often? I kept Icelandic horses at home, so it wasn't just the riding. How to explain that, in Iceland, I was a different person? At home, I was a master of words and grammar. Here, I spoke like a child. I was spoken to as a child. They told me stories.

I love the sagas, I said, all the old stories.

Hjalti nodded, satisfied, but I knew it wasn't a complete answer. In 1992, I attended a lecture at the International Medieval Congress in Kalamazoo, Michigan. In Iceland, Gillian Overing noted, the center is the margin. Geography is inside out. People settle on the temperate edges of the island, while its interior is a glacial desert, cold, inhospitable, and not even crossable most of the year. "What kind of self," she mused, "might these places reflect?" What kind of self has wilderness at its heart?”
― Nancy Marie Brown, Looking for the Hidden Folk: How Iceland's Elves Can Save the Earth