Monika

“Dying to your own attachments is a beautiful death.
Because this death release you into real life.
You have to die as a seed to live as a tree.”
― Mooji

“Before, he had looked at me like I was a goddess, and I had thought I couldn’t feel more powerful than I did in that moment. I was wrong. Because now he looked at me like I was more than that—like I was human. Somehow, that meant more.”
― Carissa Broadbent, The Serpent and the Wings of Night

“Alarm clocks were going off in the city now. One after another, sometimes two or three together, they drove their small silver knives into the body of the great dream that sprawled naked on the housetops. Sensual, amiable, and defenseless as it was, it would still take a little while to die.”
― Peter S. Beagle, A Fine and Private Place

“How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said.
I don't guess you would know it. You'd just be it.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road