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“I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you.”
― Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour

“We are, all of us, wandering about in a state of oblivion, borrowing our time, seizing our days, escaping our fates, slipping through loopholes, unaware of when the axe may fall.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, I Am, I Am, I Am

“I have this compulsion for freedom,for a state of liberation. It is an urge so strong, so all-encompassing that it overwhelms everything else. I cannot stand my life as it is. I cannot stand to be here, in this town, in this school. I have to get away.I have to work and work so that I can leave and only then can I create a life that will be liveable for me.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, I Am, I Am, I Am: Seventeen Brushes with Death

“Teško je dok se ne odlučiš, tada sve prepreke izgledaju neprelazne, sve teškoće nesavladive. Ali kad se otkineš od sebe neodlučnog, kad pobiješ svoju malodušnost, otvore se pred tobom neslućeni putevi, i svijet više nije skučen ni pun prijetnji.”
― Meša Selimović

“Usamljenost rađa misao, misao nezadovoljstvo, nezadovoljstvo pobunu. Ja sam bio daleko od misli na pobunu: samo sam lijeno sanjario.”
― Meša Selimović, The Fortress

“Kakve su da su, žene su mudrije i bolje od muškaraca. To pred njima ne treba reći, ali su muškarci glupi, sujetni, uobraženi, ne vrijede mnogo, među nama rečeno. I čudo je kako nas žene trpe.”
― Mesa Selimovic

“Ne bojim se ljubavi. Bojim se rizika. I zavisnosti. I moguceg bola.
Podrzavam u sebi spremnost na odstupanje. Da ne bude gore.”
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― Mesa Selimovic - Tisine

“I'm slowly becoming a repository for decomposing sorrows, regrets, ignored injustice, and forgotten promises. I can still feel its stench. But when I get accustomed to it, I will call it experience.”
― Meša Selimović, The Fortress

“Opasno je kad se čovjek nađe sâm, okružen tišinom tuđeg neprisustva, više je strahova i čudnih razgovora sa sobom. Samo, kako da ti to sve kažem? I kako da objasnim sebi, tebe se to ne tiče, što nekad teško podnosim ovu usamljenost, a nekad mi je draža od svega, ne bih je dao nizašto.”
― Meša Selimović, Magla i mjesečina

“Ne voliš da budeš na smetnji, ne voliš da te ko krivo pogleda, ne voliš da ti iko ružnu riječ kaže. Kako onda misliš živjeti?”
― Meša Selimović, The Fortress

“But that’s the point of it all: to come back. To long for someplace else, to leave and to arrive again at the place where you started. If it weren’t for the place that you’re tied to, you wouldn’t want it or any other world, either; you wouldn’t have anywhere to depart from, because you’d be nowhere. And you’re also nowhere if that’s the only place you have. Because then you don’t think about it, long for it, or love it. And that’s not good. You need to think, to long for something, to love.”
― Meša Selimović, Death and the Dervish

“Ја тешко долазим. Кад једном дођем, лако остајем. Али као за инат, могу да нестанем за трен и да ми не буде жао.”
― Меша Селимовић

“It became clear to me how men die. I saw that it is not so hard. Or easy. It is nothing. One just starts living less and less, being less and less, thinking, feeling and knowing less and less. The rich flow of life dries up, and only a thin thread of uncertain consciousness remains, more and more meager, more and more insignificant. And then nothing happens, there is not anything, there is nothing. And nothing matters—it is all the same.”
― Meša Selimović, Death and the Dervish

“Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is he only thing in this world that does not hurt.”
― Meša Selimović

“I am desperate for change, endlessly seeking novelty, where i can find it.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, I Am, I Am, I Am: Seventeen Brushes with Death

“Foreign experiences increase both cognitive flexibility and depth and integrativeness of thought,”
― Maggie O'Farrell, I Am, I Am, I Am: Seventeen Brushes with Death

“What I wish I had known, age twenty-one, as I cycled away from the results board towards the meadow by the river in Cambridge, where I would throw stones into the water and cry, is that nobody ever asks you what degree you got. It ceases to matter the moment you leave university. That the things in life which don’t go to plan are usually more important, more formative, in the long run, than the things that do.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, I Am, I Am, I Am: Seventeen Brushes with Death

“She sits there and feels the loneliness and the lack of him”
― Maggie O'Farrell, Instructions for a Heatwave

“I can go for days without thinking about it; at other times it feels like a defining moment. It means nothing. It means everything.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, I Am, I Am, I Am: Seventeen Brushes With Death

“Måndag morgon är måndag morgon oavsett var i världen man bor. Det är ingen tröst.”
― Karin Smirnoff, Jag for ner till bror

“So much of the pain of loneliness is to do with concealment, with feeling compelled to hide vulnerability, to tuck ugliness away, to cover up scars as if they are literally repulsive. But why hide? What's so shameful about wanting, about desire, about having failed to achieve satisfaction, about experiencing unhappiness? Why this need to constantly inhabit peak states, or to be comfortably sealed inside a unit of two, turned inward from the world at large?”
― Olivia Laing, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone

“It began to occur to me that the whole story of love might be nothing more than a wicked lie; that simply sleeping beside another body night after night gives no express right of entry to the interior world of their thoughts or dreams;that we are separate in the end whatever contrary illusions we may cherish; and that this miserable truth might as well be faced, since it will be dinned into one, like it or not by the failings of those we hold dear. I wasn't so bitter now. I'd begun to emerge into a sense of satisfaction with my not, but it would be a long time before I trusted someone, for I'd seen how essentially unknowable even the best loved might prove to be.”
― Olivia Laing, To the River: A Journey Beneath the Surface

“I felt like I was in danger of vanishing, though at the same time the feelings I had were so raw and overwhelming that I often wished I could find a way of losing myself altogether, perhaps for a few months, until the intensity diminished.”
― Olivia Laing, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone

“You think you know yourself inside out when you live alone, but you don't, you believe you are a calm untroubled or at worst melancholic person, you do not realise how irritable you are, how any little thing, the wrong kind of touch or tone, a lack of speed in answering a question, a particular cast of expression will send you into apoplexy because you are unchill, because you have not learnt how to soften your borders, how to make room. You're selfish and rigid and absorbed, you're like an infant.”
― Olivia Laing, Crudo

“I wanted very much not to be where I was. In fact part of the trouble seemed to be that where I was wasn't anywhere at all. My life felt empty and unreal and I was embarrassed about its thinness, the way one might be embarrassed about wearing a stained or threadbare piece of clothing.”
― Olivia Laing, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone

“Cities can be lonely places, and in admitting this we see that loneliness doesn't necessarily require physical solitude, but rather an absence or paucity of connection, closeness, kinship: an inability, for one reason or another, to find as much intimacy as is desired.”
― Olivia Laing, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone

“David was a loner. Although he knew many people, he preferred to relate to them one-to-one. Everyone knew a slightly different David.”
― Olivia Laing, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone

“Postoji muka odlučivanja, kao i muka čekanja, a svijet je zatvoren i otkriva se tek kad uđemo u igru, kad ostvarujemo mogućnosti. Ni za jednu životnu stazu ne postoji vodič, svaka je neispitana, neponovljiva, zato je u životu avantura pravilo, a ne izuzetak, jer je putovanje kroz neispitane predjele, koje niko poslije nas ne može ponoviti, sve se staze potiru, uvijek nanovo se stvara nova konfiguracija, uvijek se ukazuje drugi pejzaž, druga klima, za svakog posebno.”
― Meša Selimović, Tišine

“Do you know what I was thinking while you spoke? That some people can say whatever they want, and whether you agree or not, it doesn’t upset you. Others throw themselves into a single word, and suddenly everything glows red-hot and no one can keep calm. We sense that something important is happening. That’s no longer conversation.”
― Meša Selimović, Death and the Dervish

“Svijet ne spava, svijet nikada sav ne spava, čini mi se da nisam sam.”
― Meša Selimović, Ostrvo