Vanimira

“О, любовта превръща човешкото сърце в градина, едновременно разкошна и безсрамна, в която избуяват и цветя, и бурени!”
― Кнут Хамсун, Victoria

“My ambition was to negate. The world, whether dense or hollow, provoked only my negations. When I was supposed to be awake, I was asleep; when I was supposed to speak, I was silent; when a pleasure offered itself to me, I avoided it. My hunger, my thirst, my loneliness and boredom and fear were all weapons aimed at my enemy, the world. They didn’t matter a whit to the world, of course, and they tormented me, but I got a gruesome satisfaction from my sufferings. They proved my existence. All my integrity seemed to lie in saying No.

So the opportunity to be incarcerated was just too good to resist. It was a very big No—the biggest No this side of suicide.”
― Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

“Време лети като облак, светът лети с него и ся вечно възражда, но человек изостава, защо има тежко тяло, меса му тежки го към земя като вериги привързват. Не му достига лекота. И тъй все повече изоставаш и изоставаш, дорде та накрая време съвсем отмине, защо не можеш да ся движиш с неговата бързина, и тъй ставаш Старо Ново село. Съдба, ще река.”
― Милен Русков, Възвишение

“What is love? 'Tis not hereafter.
Present mirth hath present laughter.
What’s to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night and the Taming of the Shrew