Mirnes Alispahić

“The seasons long for each other, like men and women, in order that they may be cured of their excesses.

Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise. Summer in its turn soon begins to sweat for something to quench its heat, and the mellowest of autumns will tire of gentility at last, and ache for a quick sharp frost to kill its fruitfulness.

Even winter - the hardest season, the most implacable - dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself.”
― Clive Barker, The Hellbound Heart

“Branching paths. The turning of days and seasons and years. Life offered you love sometimes, sorrow often. If you were very fortunate, true friendship. Sometimes war came.

You did what you could to shape your own peace, before you crossed over to the night and left the world behind, as all men did, to be forgotten or remembered, as time or love allowed.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, Under Heaven

“Svijet je jedno veliko tkanje, i u njemu je sve slučajno. Ne postoje zakonitosti, ne postoje pravila. U tom tkanju mi smo niti i čvorići, linije koje se neshvatljivom logikom, u kojoj možda ima i reda, ali je on više od vrste, linije koje se, dakle, stalno susreću i razilaze, upliću i raspliću. Ponekad u tom stalnom izatkavanju bude ravnoteže. Jer, ni jedna se nit ne može zategnuti i uplesti dok se neka druga ne rasplete i opusti. Ali, kao što smo rekli, slučaj je ono što određuje takve stvari.”
― Karim Zaimović, Tajna džema od malina

“A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind