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“Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.”
― Hermann Hesse

“With me, the present is forever and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can’t start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It’s like quicksand…hopeless from the start. A story, a picture, can renew sensation a little, but not enough, not enough. Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don’t want to die.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“It was Sunday morning, and old people passed me like sad grey waves on their way to church.”
― Barbara Comyns, The Vet's Daughter

“Que la vida se acabe no es parte del juego, es el juego mismo. Por eso Dios es un gran dotador de sentido, el narrador máximo que nos dice: la vida se acaba, pero no en balde. Dios es la ilusión de que muere el personaje, pero no el narrador.”
― Marta Jiménez Serrano, Oxígeno