Diana

“And I got a strong feeling of the passage of time. Not the time of clouds and sun and rain and the moving stars that adorn the night, not spring when its time comes or fall, not the time that makes leaves bud on branches and then tears them off or folds and unfolds and colors the flowers, but the time inside me, the time you can't see but it molds us. The time that rolls on and on in people's hearts and makes them roll along with it and gradually changes us inside and out and makes us what we'll be on our dying day.”
― Merce Rodoreda, The Time of the Doves

“We are so customed to disguise ourselves to others that, in the end, we become disguised to ourselves.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“Този свят е като заснежена планина, където кънти ехото на гласа ти. Каквото и да кажеш, и добро, и зло, то ще се върне пак при теб. Затова, в случай, че някой ти мисли злото, само ще усложниш положението, ако тръгнеш да злословиш за него. Ще влезеш в омагьосания кръг на мъстта. Ето защо четирийсет дни и четирийсет нощи говори и си мисли за този човек хубави неща. В края на четирийсетте дни всичко ще бъде различно, защото дълбоко в себе си ти ще бъдеш друг.”
― Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love

“It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. ”
― Colette