Burcu

“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“What a phantasmagoria the mind is and meeting-place of dissemblables!
At one moment we deplore our birth and state and aspire to an ascetic exaltation; the next we are overcome by the smell of some old garden path and weep to hear the thrushes sing.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“Existence is illusory and it is eternal.”
― Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

“Pain doesn't hurt if it's all you've ever felt”
― Vincent Valentine