Eka

“Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.”
― Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

“O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus, L’été

“I could distinguish the shape of her bosom, her arms, her thighs, just as I remember them now, just as now, when the Moon has become that flat, remote circle, I still look for her as soon as the first sliver appears in the sky, and the more it waxes, the more clearly I imagine I can see her, her or something of her, but only her, in a hundred, a thousand different vistas, she who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.”
― Italo Calvino, Cosmicomics

“Со ист здив умираат љубовниците. Со ист здив умираат оние што макар еднаш, во еден миг се љубеле”
― Venko Andonovski, Вештица