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  • #1
    Charles Dickens
    “It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #2
    Octavian Paler
    “Bem prea mult, fumam prea mult, cheltuim prea nesăbuit, radem prea puţin, conducem prea repede, ne enervam prea tare, ne culcam prea târziu, ne sculam prea obosiţi, citim prea puţin, ne uitam prea mult la televizor si ne rugam prea rar.

    Ne-am multiplicat averile, dar ne-am redus valorile.

    Vorbim prea mult, iubim prea rar si uram prea des. Am învăţat cum sa ne câştigam existenta, dar nu cum sa ne facem o viata.

    Am adăugat ani vieţii si nu viata anilor.”
    Octavian Paler

  • #3
    Timothy J. Keller
    “To be loved but not known is comforting but superficial. To be known and not loved is our greatest fear. But to be fully known and truly loved is, well, a lot like being loved by God. It is what we need more than anything. It liberates us from pretense, humbles us out of our self-righteousness, and fortifies us for any difficulty life can throw at us.”
    Timothy Keller, The Meaning of Marriage: Facing the Complexities of Commitment with the Wisdom of God

  • #4
    Gaston Leroux
    “If I am the phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so. If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me.”
    Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

  • #5
    Gaston Leroux
    “All I wanted was to be loved for myself." (Erik)”
    Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

  • #6
    Gaston Leroux
    “Erik is not truly dead. He lives on within the souls of those who choose to listen to the music of the night.”
    Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

  • #7
    Gaston Leroux
    “I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her tears... and she did not run away!...and she did not die!... She remained alive, weeping over me, weeping with me. We cried together! I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer.”
    Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

  • #8
    Gaston Leroux
    “He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar.”
    Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

  • #9
    Gaston Leroux
    “Poor, unhappy Erik! Shall we pity him? Shall we curse him? He asked only to be 'some one,' like everybody else. But he was too ugly! And he had to hide his genius or use it to play tricks with, when, with an ordinary face, he would have been one of the most distinguished of mankind! He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar. Ah, yes, we must need pity the Opera ghost...”
    Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

  • #10
    Gaston Leroux
    “Are people so unhappy when they love?"
    "Yes, Christine, when they love and are not sure of being loved.”
    Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

  • #11
    Gaston Leroux
    “Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!...Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you, Christine, who have torn off my mask and who therefore can never leave me again!...Oh, mad Christine, who wanted to see me!”
    Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

  • #12
    Gaston Leroux
    “You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.”
    Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

  • #13
    Matthew Edward Hall
    “Luxury is infantilization.”
    Matthew Edward Hall

  • #14
    Franz Kafka
    “I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.”
    Franz Kafka



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