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  • #1
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #2
    Octavian Paler
    “Ceea ce nu trăim la timp, nu mai trăim niciodată.”
    octavian paler

  • #3
    Han Kang
    “Or perhaps it was simply that things were happening inside her, terrible things, which no one else could even guess at, and thus it was impossible for her to engage with everyday life at the same time. If so, she would naturally have no energy left, not just for curiosity or interest but indeed for any meaningful response to all the humdrum minutiae that went on on the surface.”
    Han Kang, The Vegetarian

  • #4
    Han Kang
    “She had believed in her own inherent goodness, her humanity, and lived accordingly, never causing anyone harm. Her devotion to doing things the right way had been unflagging, all her success had depended on it, and she would have gone on like that indefinitely. She didn’t understand why, but faced with those decaying buildings and straggling grasses, she was nothing but a child who had never lived.”
    Han Kang, The Vegetarian

  • #5
    Anaïs Nin
    “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
    Anais Nin

  • #6
    Anaïs Nin
    “I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”
    Anaïs Nin

  • #7
    “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
    Elizabeth Appell

  • #8
    Anaïs Nin
    “How wrong is it for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself?”
    Anais Nin

  • #9
    Anaïs Nin
    “We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”
    Anais Nin

  • #10
    Anaïs Nin
    “We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
    Anais Nin

  • #11
    Anaïs Nin
    “I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
    Anais Nin

  • #12
    Anaïs Nin
    “I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my ''idea of them.”
    Anais Nin

  • #13
    Anaïs Nin
    “I hate men who are afraid of women's strength.”
    Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: From the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

  • #14
    Anaïs Nin
    “Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.”
    Anais Nin

  • #15
    Anaïs Nin
    “The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.”
    Anais Nin

  • #16
    Max Blecher
    “Ce cantitate infinită de inutil calm conţinea în dimineaţa aceea oceanul, faţă de neliniştea şi de zbuciumul unui singur om...”
    Max Blecher, Inimi cicatrizate; Întâmplări în irealitatea imediată

  • #17
    Max Blecher
    “Curaj, îmi spusei, dar mă oprii să rectific. Curaj? Numai oamenii timizi au nevoie de curaj pentru ca să facă ceva, cei normali, cei puternici n-au nici curaj, nici lașitate, ei deschid ușile simplu, așa...”
    Max Blecher, Întâmplări în irealitatea imediată

  • #18
    Emil M. Cioran
    “Din tot ce-ai fost, nu mai ramîne decît o adiere patetica.”
    Emil Cioran, Cartea amăgirilor

  • #19
    Emil M. Cioran
    “Cînd ai cunoscut amaraciunile si dulceata lor, îti pare rau ca n-ai decît o inima de sfarîmat.”
    Emil Cioran, Cartea amăgirilor

  • #20
    Mihail Drumeş
    “- Esti nebuna?
    - Sunt, da, nebuna. Si vreau sa fii si tu nebun ca mine, sa fim doi nebuni, care se iubesc la nebunie...”
    Mihail Drumeş, Scrisoare de dragoste

  • #21
    Mihail Drumeş
    “Uneori, citind romane cu iubiri mari, totale, zambesc sceptic pe sub mustata, neconvins. Unde or fi vazut autorii astia asemenea iubiri?”
    Mihail Drumeş, Scrisoare de dragoste

  • #22
    Ionel Teodoreanu
    “Tăceau unul lângă altul, mână în mână, lipiţi, orbi, fără de gând, fără trecut şi fără viitor, fericirea fiind splendoarea unui vid perfect ca şi al cerului.”
    Ionel Teodoreanu, Lorelei

  • #23
    Mircea Eliade
    “Nu puteam crede că sunt și eu asemenea celorlalte mii de muritori nefericiți, care iubesc și uită, și mor fără să socotească nimic etern, nimic definitiv.”
    Mircea Eliade, Maitreyi

  • #24
    Mircea Eliade
    “Am iubit întotdeauna pe mai multe planuri, n-am ştiut să sacrific totul pentru un sâmbure de adevăr sau de viaţă, de aceea m-am lovit de toate pragurile şi m-au dus valurile cum au vrut.”
    Mircea Eliade, Maitreyi

  • #25
    Mircea Eliade
    “Nu-ţi dai seama ce copleşitor lucru e să simţi, câteodată, că timpul ţi-a luat-o înainte, că n-ai făcut anumite lucruri esenţiale la vremea lor şi că ai să te trezeşti într-o bună zi singur, îmbătrânit, incapabil de a mai repara ceva. Căci ceea ce mă apăsa mai mult în după-amiaza aceea era sentimentul ireparabilului. A trecut ceva, a trecut, şi eu n-am băgat de seamă... E cumplit să-ţi dai seama de asta...”
    Mircea Eliade, Nuntă în cer

  • #26
    Mircea Eliade
    “Setea trupurilor noastre a fost greu de stins atunci. Parcă nu mai era îmbrăţişare contopirea aceea din urmă, când cu adevărat se topeau contururile, dispărea carnea, ne uitam respiraţia, mistuiţi amândoi de o singură - însângerată şi nesăţioasă - gură. De mai multe ori am nădăjduit că la capătul răpirii aceleia vom întâlni, împreună, moartea. N-am ştiut că poate fi atât de ispititoare moartea, atât de caldă - voluptate fără spasm, beatitudine fără strigare.”
    Mircea Eliade, Nuntă în cer

  • #27
    Mircea Eliade
    “Nu sunt pierdute decât acele bătălii pe care nu le începi niciodată.”
    Mircea Eliade

  • #28
    Simone de Beauvoir
    “She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal.”
    Simone de Beauvoir, The Mandarins

  • #29
    Simone de Beauvoir
    “When I was a child, when I was an adolescent, books saved me from despair: that convinced me that culture was the highest of values[...].”
    Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed

  • #30
    Simone de Beauvoir
    “When she does not find love, she may find poetry. Because she does not act, she observes, she feels, she records; a color, a smile awakens profound echoes within her; her destiny is outside her, scattered in cities already built, on the faces of men already marked by life, she makes contact, she relishes with passion and yet in a manner more detached, more free, than that of a young man. Being poorly integrated in the universe of humanity and hardly able to adapt herself therein, she, like the child, is able to see it objectively; instead of being interested solely in her grasp on things, she looks for their significance; she catches their special outlines, their unexpected metamorphoses. She rarely feels a bold creativeness, and usually she lacks the technique of self-expression; but in her conversation, her letters, her literary essays, her sketches, she manifests an original sensitivity. The young girl throws herself into things with ardor, because she is not yet deprived of her transcendence; and the fact that she accomplishes nothing, that she is nothing, will make her impulses only the more passionate. Empty and unlimited, she seeks from within her nothingness to attain All.”
    Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex



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