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“I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
― Charles Bukowski

“there is always one woman to save you from another and as that woman saves you she makes ready to destroy”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“Е да, който е сам, не може да бъде изоставен. Но понякога, вечер, изкуствената черупка се пука, животът се превръща в някаква хълцаща, натрапчива мелодия, някакъв вихър от див копнеж, от жажда, тъга и надежда да се измъкнеш от безмисления шемет, да се измъкнеш от безмисленото еднозвучно свирене на тази вечна латерна, все едно накъде ще поемеш. Ах, тази жалка потребност от малко топлота, не можеха ли да я дадат две ръце и едно сведено над теб лице? Или това бе само отказ, бягство? Имаше ли нещо друго освен самотата? ”
― Erich Maria Remarque, Three Comrades

“Ние сме онова, което прави от нас любовта.
Срещне те стар познат и се провикне: - Какво става с тебе? Не мога да те позная!
Ние сме онова, което кара другите да кажат: - Не си ти!
Ние сме онова, което кара самите нас да се изплашим: - Какво става с мене? Не мога да се позная!
Всичко онова, което ни сковава в собствени граници, не сме ние.
Ние сме, когато станем своята противоположност.
Когато се изскубнем от верижката и изненадаме себе си.
Ние сме онова, което прави от нас любовта.”
― Blaga Dimitrova, Лавина

“If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”
― Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

“- Някога държала ли си тригодишно дете на връщане от детската градина?
- Не.
- Човек никога не е по-важен, отколкото в такъв момент.”
― Fredrik Backman, Folk med ångest

“Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“Аз ще продължавам да търся, а ти никога не се появявай, това е важно.”
― Георги Господинов, И всичко стана луна

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

“Любимото лице не се запомня - макар и да го гледаш часове.
Дали защото се впечатва в тебе така дълбоко, че през теб излиза и се излъчва някъде отвъд?
Или защото, гледайки в него дълго, все искаш в погледа му да откриеш как ти се отразяваш там и търсиш в него собственото си лице?”
― Blaga Dimitrova, Лавина

“alone with everybody


the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and them men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but they keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“For instance, on the planet Earth, man had always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much—the wheel, New York, wars and so on—whilst all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man—for precisely the same reasons.”
― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?”
― Ernest Hemingway

“Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there- to the edge of the world. There's something you can't do unless you get there.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Защото това е работата на родителите: да бъдат рамене. Рамене, на които децата им могат да седнат, за да видят света, когато са млаки, на които да стъпят, за да достигнат небето, когато са големи, и на коитода се облягат, когато залитат и се колебаят. Те разчитат на нас, а това е съкрушителна отговорност, защото още не са проумели, че всъщност не знаем какви ги вършим.”
― Fredrik Backman, Folk med ångest

“Ужасното на това да пораснем и да станем зрели хора, е прозрението, че на абсолютно никого не му пука за нас. Налага ни се да разберем как работи светът и да се справяме със всичко сами. Да работим, да плащаме сметки, да използваме конец за зъби, да тръгваме навреме за срещи, да чакаме на опашка и да попълваме формуляри, да опъваме кабели и да сглобяваме мебели, да сменяме гумите на колата, да зареждаме телефона си, да изключваме кафеварката и да не забравяме да запишем децата на плуване. Отваряме очи сутринта, а животът само чака да ни зарине с нова лавина от "Помни!" и "Не забравяй!". Не можем да мислим, не можем да дишаме, просто се събуждаме и започваме да си проправяме път през купчината, защото утре ще има нова. Понякога се оглеждаме, на работното си място или на родителска среща, или на улицата, и с ужас осъзнаваме, че всички останали сякаш знаят точно какво правят. Явно само ние се преструваме. Другите следят, смогват и имат сили за всичко. Децата на другите могат да плуват.
Но ние не сме готови да бъдем зрели хора. Трябвало е да ни спрат навреме.”
― Fredrik Backman, Folk med ångest

“I always feel as if I'm struggling to become someone else. As if I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I suppose it's part of growing up, yet it's also an attempt to re-invent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself - as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What's missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I'm still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I'll come to defining myself.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

“I smoked in those days because, like everyone else in the world who smokes, I wanted to die at least as much as I wanted to live. – G. D. Roberts, Shantaram.”
― Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram

“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.”
― Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

“Любимо момиче, любима майка, любим дом, любима специалност, любими другари — всичко това е чудо и повечето хора през целия си дълъг живот не стигат дори до едно от тези насъщни неща.”
― Блага Димитрова, Лавина

“It's never the changes we want that change everything.”
― Junot Diaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

“Ybon was the one who suggested calling the wait something else. Yeah, like what? Maybe, she said, you could call it life.”
― Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

“И все съм се чудил какво нещо е туй човешката памет. Искаш да забравиш нещо лошо, да изчистиш душата си, а паметта го пази цял живот, трижди проклет да е! Ако човек нямаше памет, като ангел щеше да живее на този свят.”
― Ивайло Петров, Хайка за вълци

“Lack of direction, not lack of time, is the problem. We all have twenty-four hour days.”
― Zig Ziglar

“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

“The answer is good things only happen to you if you're good. Good? Honest is more what I mean... Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

“Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

“Home is where you feel at home. I'm still looking.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

“Понякога в тебе започва да вие вълчи глад по други градове, по други пътища и безпътици. И ти наричаш това скитническа треска. А то е човешка носталгия по родния собствен образ. И ти тръгваш, събличаш от гърба си града, сраснал с тебе. Боли те, одираш го до кръв с кожата си. И търсиш не нови впечатления, както си въобразяваш, а търсиш да възстановиш себе си. И там, сред неуютните, оголващи ветрове по кръстопътищата на света, ти започваш неусетно да изправяш глава, да отърсваш от плещите си гнетящия товар на привичките и стеснението, на сковаността и самоунижението. Вдигаш поглед и откриваш света. Разглеждаш лицата на зданията и на хората, без да свеждаш поглед от техните очи. Крачките ти стават самоуверени и по-широки. Походката ти е барометър за самочувствието ти. Никога през своя град не поемаш с такива жадни, всепоглъщащи стъпки, както през чуждия. Свободен, любопитен, обновен, ти вървиш през непознати улици, които не те опровергават със спомени. Правиш своеволни завои, които не те сблъскват с невъзможното.”
― Блага Димитрова, Отклонение