Corvus

“...the value of education is among the greatest of all human values...”
― Virginia Woolf, Three Guineas

“It was hard to understand, and all I knew was that you had to run, run, run without knowing why you were running, but on you went through fields you didn't understand and into woods that made you afraid, over hills without knowing you'd been up and down, and shooting across streams that would have cut the heart out of you had you fallen into them. And the winning post was no end to it, even though crowds might be cheering you in, because on you had to go before you got your breath back, and the only time you stopped really was when you tripped over a tree trunk and broke your neck or fell into a disused well and stayed dead in the darkness forever.”
― Alan Sillitoe, The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner

“umorila sam se od ženskaste poezije
i podređivanja
sad sam jaka i nimalo meka
motam duhan kao bradati Turčin
rakijama od meda, imele i šljiva
ispirem umišljene ljubavi
kada hodam, korak mi je vojnički
i tuče asfalt kao psovka
kada pomislim da ću se pretvoriti u djevojčicu
nakitim ruke narukvicama
i zveckam do kavane, do luke, do kalete
do prvog kantuna
na kojem se mogu smijati
kao žena
promuklog glasa i prejake šminke
žena sa napuklim srcem i predispozicijama za artritis
od previše pisanja, od preumornih baka i njihovih genetskih oporuka,
od pranja suđa u hladnoj vodi
i grčevitog držanja za male utopije.”
― Irena Delonga, Riječi kupuju zločine koje ćeš počiniti

“Pamtim šta mi je mama jednom rekla o brigama. Rekla je da kada brinemo, kada nas nešto vuče nadole, treba da hodamo. Da odemo u dobru, dugačku šetnju, rekla je. Ritam se mrsi za tobom, žuri da te prestigne, pa ono između, na neki način, stekne smisao. Jedna noga je tvoje srce, druga je tvoj um. Zajedno mogu da ti olakšaju brige, da ih razbistre. "Samo hodaj", rekla je, "samo hodaj.”
― Tara June Winch, Swallow the Air