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“At some point as I sat with him, there was no longer anything to feel. I realized it later. He could not feel my touch, as if I were the one who was suddenly absent. His absence felt like a lump growing inside me, making me suffocate.”
― Jens Christian Grøndahl, Tit er jeg glad

“No one can be independent of other people completely, so why not give up the attempt, she thought, go running in the other direction, depend on people for everything, allow them to depend on you, why not.”
― Sally Rooney, Normal People

“Има някаква тъга в смяната на сезоните – в това, как единият едва забележимо започва да избледнява, как силата му намалява и белезите на упадъка му стават все по-видими и все по-необратими, а присъствието на другия плахо започва да се усеща и да набира сили, докато един ден цялата му красота се излее с пълни шепи върху природата и той удобно се настани на трона на предшественика си така, сякаш никога няма да си тръгне.”
― Галин Никифоров, Къщата на клоуните

“It was a quiet morning, the town covered over with darkness and at ease in bed. Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow. You had only to rise, lean from your window, and know that this indeed was the first real time of freedom and living, this was the first morning of summer.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine