64 Quotes & Sayings By Tove Jansson

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She started thinking about all the euphemisms for death, all the anxious taboos that had always fascinated her. It was too bad you could never have an intelligent discussion on the subject. People were either too young or too old, or else they didn't have time. Tove Jansson

Malander had an idea and was trying to work it out, but it would take him time. Sometimes people never saw things clearly until it was too late and they no longer had the strength to start again. Or else they forgot their idea along the way and didn't even realise that they forgotten. Tove Jansson

Small animals are a great problem. I wish God had never created small animals, or else that He had made them so they could talk, or else that He'd given them better faces. Space. Take moths. They fly at the lamp and burn themsleves, and then they fly right back again. It can't be instinct, because it isn't the way it works. They just don't understand, so they go right on doing it. Then they lie on their backs and all their legs quiver, and then they're dead. Did you get all that? Does it sound good?"" Very good, " Grandmother said. Sophia stood up and shouted, "Say this: say I hate everything that dies slow! Say I hate everything that won't let you help! Did you write that?. Tove Jansson

You were talking about the wind, " the Fillyjonk said suddenly. "A wind that carries off your washing. But I'm speaking about cyclones. Typhoons, Gaffsie dear. Tornadoes, whirlwinds, sandstorms.. Flood waves that carry houses away.. But most of all I'm talking about myself and my fears, even if I know that's not done. I know everything will turn out badly. I think about that all the time. Even while I'm washing my carpet. Do you understand that? Do you feel the same way? . Tove Jansson

Now everything was changed. She walked about with cautious, anxious steps, staring constantly at the ground, on the lookout for things that crept and crawled. Bushes were dangerous, and so were sea grass and rain water. There were little animals everywhere. They could turn up between the covers of a book, flattened and dead, for the fact is that creeping animals, tattered animals, and dead animals are with us all our lives, from beginning to end. Grandmother tried to discuss this with her, to no avail. Irrational terror is so hard to deal with. [p. 136] . Tove Jansson

Making a whole is very important. Most people paint things and forget the whole. Tove Jansson

And all you can do is just read, " she said. She raised her voice an screamed, "You just read and read and read! " Then she threw herself down on the table and wept. Tove Jansson

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

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

The lamp sizzled as it burned. It made everything seem close and safe, a little family circle they all knew and trusted. Outside this circle lay everything that was strange and frightening, and the darkness seemed to reach higher and higher and further and further away, right to the end of the world. Tove Jansson

Are you too frightened to go any farther?" asked the silk-monkey, who found all this very easy, having four legs herself." I'm never afraid, " answered Sniff. "But I think the view is better from here. Tove Jansson

Then -- they saw the Groke. Everybody saw her. She sat motionless on the sandy path at the bottom of the steps and stared at them with round, expressionless eyes. She was not particularly big and didn't look dangerous either, but your let that she was terribly evil and would wait for ever. And that was awful. Nobody plucked up enough courage to attack. She sat there for a while, and then slid away into the darkness. But where she had been sitting the ground was frozen! . Tove Jansson

Not one adventure in a whole day, " said Sniff, who was taking his turn at steering now the current was slower. "Just grey banks and grey banks, and not even an adventure."" I think it's very adventurous to float down a winding river, " said Moomintroll. "You never know what you'll meet round the next corner. You always want adventures, Sniff, and when they come you're so frightened you don't know what to do."" Well, I'm not a lion, " said Sniff reproachfully. "I like small adventures. Just the right size. Tove Jansson

Passion. As you can see, I've lived quite a long time, which is to say I've been working for quite a long time, which is the same thing. And you know what? In the whole silly business, the only thing that really matters is passion. It comes and it goes. At first it just comes to you free of charge, and you don't understand, and you waste it. And then it becomes a thing to nurture. Tove Jansson

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

All men have parties and are pals who never let each other down. A pal can say terrible things which are forgotten the next day. A pal never forgives, he just forgets, and a woman forgives but never forgets. That's how it is. That's why women aren't allowed to have parties. Being forgiven is very unpleasant. Tove Jansson

I cannot stress enough the perils of your friends marrying or becoming court inventors. One day you are all a society of outlaws, adventurous comrades and companions who will be pushing off somewhere or other when things become tiresome; you have all the world to choose from, just by looking at the map… And then, suddenly, they’re not interested any more. They want to keep warm. They’re afraid of rain. They start collecting big things that can’t fit in a rucksack. They talk only of small things. They don’t like to make sudden decisions and do something contrariwise. Formerly they hoisted sail; now they carpenter little shelves for porcelain mugs. Tove Jansson

Here is the most valuable thing in the whole of Moomin Valley, Groke! Do you know what has grown out of this hat? Raspberry juice and fruit trees, and the most beautiful little self-propelling clouds: the only Hobgoblin's Hat in the world! Tove Jansson

We've decided to wake a miss for you because you are nice. We want a booby as roomful as ours." Everybody had seen the Hobgoblin laugh, but nobody believed he could smile. He was so happy that you could see it all over him -- from his hat to his boots! Without a word he waved his cloak over the grass -- and behold! Once more the garden was filled with a pink light and there on the grass before them lay a twin to the King's Ruby -- the Queen's Ruby. Tove Jansson

Clever of you, Hemul. But, on the other hand, think how lonely the Groke is because nobody likes her, and she hates everybody. The Contents is perhaps the only thing she has. Would you now take that away from her too -- lonely and rejected in the night?" Sniff became more and more affected and his voice trembled. "Cheated out of her only possession by Thingumy and Bob." He blew his nose and couldn't go on. Tove Jansson

The Groke looked at the hat. Then she looked at Thingumy and Bob. Then she looked at the hat again. You could see that she was thinking with all her might. Then suddenly she snatched the hat and, without a word, slithered like ann icy grey shadow into the forest. It was the last time she was seen in the Valley of the Moomins, and the last they saw of the Hobgoblin's Hat, too. At once the colors became warmer again and the garden was filled with the sounds and scents of summer. . Tove Jansson

Nothing can be as peaceful and endless as a long winter darkness, going on and on, like living in a tunnel where the dark sometimes deepens into night and sometimes eases to twilight, you're screened from everything, protected, even more alone than usual. Tove Jansson

But when people understand one another without speaking, it can often leave them with very little to talk about, don’t you think? Tove Jansson

Really good films don't diminish anything, they don't close things off. On the contrary, they open up new insights, they make new thoughts thinkable. They crowd us, they deflate our slovenly lifestyle, our thoughtless way of chattering and pissing away our time and energy and passion. Believe me, films can teach us a huge amount. And they give us a true picture of the way life is." Mari laughed. "Of our slovenly lifestyle, you mean? You mean, maybe they teach us to piss our lives away with a little more intelligence, a little more elegance? . Tove Jansson

The hemulen woke up slowly and recognised himself and wished he had been someone he didn't know. Tove Jansson

Thingumy whispered something again. The Hemulen nodded. "It's a secret, " he said. "Thingumy and Bob think the Contents is the most beautiful thing in the world, but the Groke just thinks it's the most expensive." The Snork nodded many times and wrinkled his forehead. "This is a difficult case, " he said. Thingumy and Bob have reasoned correctly, but they have acted wrongly. Right is right. Tove Jansson

Thingumy and Bob sighed contentedly and settled down to contemplate the precious stone. They stared in silent rapture at it. The ruby changed colour all the time. At first it was quite pale, and then suddenly a pink glow would flow over it like sunrise on a snow capped mountain -- and then again crimson flames shot out of its heart and it seemed like a great black tulip with stamens on fire. Tove Jansson

Someone who eats pancakes and jam can't be so awfully dangerous. You can talk to him. Tove Jansson

Sometimes people are very predictable: they want a kitten in June, for example, and come the first of September they want someone to drown their cat. So someone does. But other times, people have dreams and things they want they can keep. Eriksson was the man who fulfilled these dreams. No one knew exactly what he found for himself along the way - probably a lot less than people thought. But he went on doing it anyway, perhaps for the sake of the search. Tove Jansson

I wish I was more Moomin-minded. Tove Jansson

Where's your home, then?" asked the Snork Maiden."Nowhere" said Snufkin a little sadly, "or everywhere. It depends on how you look at it."" Haven't you got a mother?" asked Moomintroll, looking very sorry for him." I don't know, " said Snufkin. "They tell me I was found in a basket."" Like Moses, " said Sniff."I like the story about Moses, " said the Snork. "But I think his mother could have found a better way of saving him, don't you? The crocodiles might have eaten him up."" They nearly ate us up, " said Sniff. . Tove Jansson

Quite, quite, ' she thought with a little sigh. 'It's always like this in their adventures. To save and be saved. I wish somebody would write a story sometime about the people who warm up the heroes afterward. Tove Jansson

There are empty spaces that must be respected — those often long periods when a person can’t see the pictures or find the words and needs to be left alone. Tove Jansson

A person can also find solitude with others, though it is more difficult Tove Jansson

What are you thinking of discovering?" Moomintroll cleared his throat and felt very proud. "Oh, everything, " he said. "Stars, for example! " Snufkin was deeply impressed." Stars! " he exclaimed. "Then I must come with you. Stars are my favorite things. I always lie and look at them before I go to sleep, and wonder who is on them and how one could get there. The sky looks so friendly with all those little eyes twinkling in it. . Tove Jansson

Everyone must imagine his own snakes because no one else's snakes can ever be as awful. Tove Jansson

I'm afraid we shall waste an awful lot of time."" Don't worry, " answered Snufkin, "we shall have wonderful dreams, and when we wake up it'll be spring. Tove Jansson

Sophia, " she said, "this is really not something to argue about. You can see for yourself that life is hard enough without being punished for it afterwards. We get comfort when we die, that's the whole idea Tove Jansson

The room had lost its morning light, the glow of expectation and potential. The daylight was now gray, and the new day was already used, a little soiled by mistaken thoughts and makeshift undertakings. Tove Jansson

If you're not afraid, how can you be really brave? Tove Jansson

When they reached the top of the hill they turned and looked down at the valley. Moominhouse was just a blue dot, and the river a narrow ribbon of green: the swing they couldn't see at all. "We've never been such a long way from home before, " said Moomintroll, and a little goose-fleshy thrill of excitement came over them at the thought. Tove Jansson

She had picked the spot the day before and carried out a stool low enough to sit on and still have her paintbox and her water cup within reach. Anna didn't use an easel. Easels seemed to her an altogether too assertive aid, too obvious. She liked to work as unobtrusively as possible, the paper spread on a board in her lap, close to her hand. Tove Jansson

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

And that night he couldn't sleep, but lay looking out at the light June night which was full of lonely whisperings and rustlings and the pattering of feet. The air was sweet with the smell of flowers. Tove Jansson

The star we're looking for isn't so very friendly, " said Moomintroll. "Quite the contrary, in fact."" What did you say?" said Sniff.Moomintroll went a bit red. "I mean -- stars in general, " he said, "big and small, friendly and unfriendly, and so on."" Can they be unfriendly?" asked Snufkin."Yes -- ones with tails, " answered Moomintroll. "Comets."At last it dawned on Sniff. "You're hiding something from me! " he said accusingly. "That pattern we saw everywhere, and you said it didn't mean anything! "" You're too small to be told everything, " answered Moomintroll."Too small! " screamed Sniff. "I must say it's a fine thing to take me on an expedition of discovery and not tell me what I'm supposed to be discovering!. Tove Jansson

It is simply this: do not tire, never lose interest, never grow indifferent–lose your invaluable curiosity and you let yourself die. It's as simple as that. Tove Jansson

Sniff looked at them and noticed that they were much smaller than he was, so he felt kinder and said, condescendingly. "Hullo. Nice to see you. Tove Jansson

I know I do everything. 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 is gliding away from me, and I don't remember, and I don't care, and yet now is right when I need it. Tove Jansson

How happy he must be, this Hobgoblin, " exclaimed Sniff."He isn't a bit, " replied Snufkin, "and he won't be until he finds the King's Ruby. It's almost as big as the black panther's head, and to look into it is like looking at leaping flames. The Hobgoblin has looked for the King's Ruby on all the planets including Neptune -- but he hasn't found it. Just now he has gone off to the moon to search in the craters, but he hasn't much hope of success, because in his heart of hearts the Hobgoblin believes that the King's Ruby lies in the sun, where he can never go because it is too hot. . Tove Jansson

Pearls' burst out the Snork Maiden excitedly. 'Could ankle rings be made out of pearls?'' I should think they could, ' said Moomintoll. 'Ankle-rings, and nose-rings and ear-rings and engagement rings... Tove Jansson

The voice of the waves was now mixed with strange sounds; laughter, running feet and the clanging of great bells far out to sea. Snufkin lay still and listened. dreaming and remembering his trip round world. Soon I must set out again, he thought. But not yet. Tove Jansson

Now you can all have a wish -- the Moomin family first! " Moominmamma hesitated a bit. "Should it be something you can see?" she asked, "or an idea? If you know what I mean, Mr. Hobgoblin?""Oh, yes! " said the Hobgoblin. "Things are easier of course, but it will work with an idea too."" Then I want to wish that Moomintroll will stop missing Snufkin, " said Moominmamma."Oh, dear! " said Moomintroll going pink, "I didn't know it was so obvious! " But the Hobgoblin waved his cloak once, and immediately the sadness flew out of Moomintroll's heart. His longing just became an expectancy, and that felt much better. Tove Jansson

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

But Moominmamma was quite unperturbed. "Well, well! " she said, "it seems to me that our guests are having a very good time."" I hope so, " replied Moominpappa. "Pass me a banana, please dear. Tove Jansson

Moominmamma had got up very early to pack their rucksacks, and was bustling to and fro with wooly stockings and packets of sandwiches, while down by the bridge Moominpappa was getting their raft in order." Mamma, dar, " said Moomintroll, "we can't possibly take all that with us. Everyone will laugh."" It's cold in the Lonely Mountains, " said Moominmamma, stuffing in an umbrella and a frying pan. "Have you got a compass?"" Yes, " answered Moomintroll, "but couldn't you at least leave out the plates -- we can easily eat off rhubarb leaves. Tove Jansson

Oh! " said Moominmamma with a start, "I believe those were mice disappearing into the cellar. Sniff, run down with a little milk for them." Then she caught sight of the suitcase which stood by the steps. "Luggage too, " thought Moominmamma. "Dear me -- then they've come to stay." And she went off to look for Moominpappa to ask him to put up two more beds -- very, very small ones. Tove Jansson

Damp veils of mist swirled around them. They were dreadfully cold (Moomintroll thought longingly of his woolly trousers) and surrounded completely by an awful floating emptiness." I always thought clouds were soft and woolly and nice to be in, " said Sniff, sneezing. "Ugh! I'm beginning to be sorry I ever came on this expedition. Tove Jansson

On the morning, Daddy and I get up at six o'clock because Christmas trees must be bought in the dark. We walk to the other end of town, as the big harbour is just the right setting for buying a Christmas tree. We spend hours choosing, looking at every branch suspiciously. It's always cold. Tove Jansson

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

Mummy weighed sweets and nuts so that everyone would get exactly the same amount. During the year, everything is measured roughly, but at Christmas, it has to be absolutely fair. That's why it's such a strenuous time. Tove Jansson

Nothing is as peaceful as when Christmas is over, when one has been forgiven for everything and can be normal again. Tove Jansson