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“Her hair was copper-red, like the grass of the shore on which the spring floods leave their rust; but her eyes were dark, like the pools among the marshes, drawing the beholder down into their depths, and their surface was still as bog-water.”
― Aino Kallas

“Live as a stranger on the earth.
For this earth of ours is no planet.”
― Rasu-Yong Tugen, Songs from the Black Moon

“In any case, there was only one tunnel, dark and lonely, mine, the tunnel in which I had spent my childhood, my youth, my whole life. And in one of those transparent lengths of the stone wall I had seen this girl and had gullibly believed that she was traveling another tunnel parallel to mine, when in reality she belonged to the broad world, to the world without confines of those who do not live in tunnels; and perhaps she had peeped into one of my strange windows out of curiosity and had caught a glimpse of my doomed loneliness, or her fancy had been intrigued by the mute language, the clue of my painting.
And then, while I advanced always along my corridor, she lived her normal life outside, the exciting life of those people who live outside, that strange, absurd life in which there are dances and parties and gaiety and frivolity. And it happened at times that when I walked by one of my windows she was waiting for me, silent and longing (why was she waiting for me? why silent and longing?); but other times she did not get there on time, or she forgot about this poor creature hemmed in, and then I, with my face pressed against the glass wall, could see her in the distance, smiling or dancing carefree, or, what was worse, I could not see her at all and I imagined her in inaccessible or vile places. And then I felt my destiny a far lonelier one than I had imagined.”
― Ernesto Sabato, El túnel

“I am an offspring of the dead. I am descended from the deceased. I am the progeny of phantoms. My ancestors are the illustrious multitudes of the defunct, grand and innumerable. My lineage is longer than time. My name is written in embalming fluid in the book of death. A noble race is mine.”
― Thomas Ligotti, Songs of a Dead Dreamer and Grimscribe

“remember that you can find friends: remember that there are people similar to you. All you have to do is look up.”
― Ruby Granger, Erimentha Parker's To Do List: A Bullying Story

“The leaves are tinged amber at the sides, the pale orange merging with the deep greens of summer. It's as though somebody has dipped a paintbrush in red watercolour paint and then left it atop a green paper towel. The pain seeps gradually through the porous paper and eventually fully stains it: within the month the leaves will be red.”
― Ruby Granger, Erimentha Parker's To Do List: A Bullying Story

“Dau în scris, pentru toata lumea care va veni dupa mine, ca n-am în ce sa cred pe acest pamînt si ca unica scapare este uitarea absoluta. As vrea sa uit de tot, sa ma uit complet, sa nu mai stiu nimic de mine si de lumea aceasta. Adevaratele confesiuni nu se pot scrie decît cu lacrimi. Dar lacrimile mele ar îneca aceasta lume, precum focul meu interior ar incendia-o. N-am nevoie de nici un sprijin, de nici un îndemn si de nici o compatimire, caci desi sînt cel mai decazut om, ma simt totusi atît de puternic, atît de tare si de fioros! Caci sînt singurul om care traiesc fara speranta. Or, aceasta este culmea eroismului, paroxismul si paradoxul eroismului. Suprema nebunie! Toata pasiunea haotica si dezorientata din mine ar trebui s-o canalizez pentru a uita totul, pentru a nu mai fi nimic, pentru a scapa de spirit si de constiinta. Am si eu o speranta: speranta uitarii absolute. Dar aceasta mai e speranta, nu e ea disperare? Nu-i aceasta speranta negarea tuturor sperantelor viitoare? Vreau sa nu mai stiu nimic, nici macar sa stiu ca nu stiu nimic.”
― Emil Cioran