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“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“Don't laugh at the spinsters, dear girls, for often very tender, tragic romances are hidden away in the hearts that beat so quietly under the sober gowns, and many silent sacrifices of youth, health, ambition, love itself, make the faded faces beautiful in God's sight. Even the sad, sour sisters should be kindly dealt with, because they have missed the sweetest part of life, if for no other reason.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?”
― Virginia Woolf

“Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“Perhaps we are in this world to search for love, find it and lose it, again and again. With each love, we are born anew, and with each love that ends we collect a new wound. I am covered with proud scars.”
― Isabel Allende

“След любовта остават телефонни номера, които избледняват. След любовта остават чаши с гравирани монограми, откраднати от по-добрите мотели. След любовта остава една маса в кафене "Манеж" и учуденият поглед на стария келнер, когато ни вижда с други. След любовта на устните остава металният вкус на несполуката. Остават адреси на стаи "от четири до шест". След любовта остават изреченията: "изглеждаш чудесно, никак не си се променил/а..." и "обади се някой път, нали пазиш телефонния ми номер?" След любовта остават тъмните улици, по които се връщахме след любовта. След любовта остават мелодиите по радиото, които постепенно излизат от мода. Остават тайните знаци, любовните шифри, остава твоята страна на леглото и страхът, че неочаквано ще влезе някой. Трак!-поставената слушалка, когатo се обади нечий чужд глас. Хиляда и една лъжи... След любовта остава изречението "Аз ще вляза първа в банята" и отговор: "Няма ли заедно?"- този път не! След любовта остават съучастниците: пазителите на тайните, които вече не са никакви тайни. След любовта остава лекото вълнение, когато пътьом вдъхнем познатия парфюм на някоя непозната жена. След любовта улиците са празни, а градът- пуст. След любовта остават неподписаните картички от Венеция и Амстердам. Препълнените пепелници и празното сърце. Навикът да се палят две цигари едновременно. Случайно направени снимки, загубени фиби, таксиметровите шофьори, които не ни обичаха и цветарките, които ни обичаха. След любовта остава наранената суета. След любовта остават други мъже и други жени. След любовта не остава нищо.”
― Momo Kapor, Una

“Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream”
― Jack Kerouac

“Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.”
― Jack Kerouac

“I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference.”
― Jack Kerouac

“Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.”
― Jack Kerouac

“Houses are full of things that gather dust”
― Jack Kerouac

“It all ends in tears anyway.”
― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

“Will you love me in December as you do in May?”
― Jack Kerouac

“And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.”
― Jack Kerouac

“I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
― Jack Kerouac

“It'll take you eternities to get rid of me,' she adds sadly, which makes me jealous, I want her to say I'll never get rid of her - I wanta be chased till eternity till I catch her.”
― Jack Kerouac, Big Sur

“and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?”
― Jack Kerouac

“Pain or love or danger makes you real again....”
― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

“Nothing ever happened - Not even this ”
― Jack Kerouac, Big Sur

“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis”
― E.E. Cummings

“Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.”
― Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems

“Черешата не се купува, глупак с глупак! Черешата е любов! Или я отглеждаш, или я крадеш! Ако си закъсал много, ще похарчиш някой долар, за да си припомниш вкуса й - а НЕ ДА СЕ ТЪПЧЕШ КАТО СВИНЯ!”
― Захари Карабашлиев, 18% Сиво

“I think being a woman is like being Irish... Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the time.”
― Iris Murdoch

“That's the trouble with living things. Don't last very long. Kittens one day, old cats the next. And then just memories. And the memories fade and blend and smudge together.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fettuccini and ats the horseradish loves the miyagi, and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness of the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written.

I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp... I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every fire is extinguished and rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close... I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don't marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else--and i will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters