Lea Plachá

“Maybe I've lost sight of me. I don't have a sense that I'm living this life as myself, as the real me. Sometimes I think I'm merely a shadow. When I feel that way, I get this restless feeling, like I'm simply tracing an outline of myself, cleverly pretending to be me.”
― Haruki Murakami, The City and Its Uncertain Walls

“From my own experience, I’d say the important things in life usually happen unexpectedly.”
― Haruki Murakami, The City and Its Uncertain Walls

“My best friends taught me a new kind of quiet, the peaceful stillness of knowing one another so well you don’t need to fill the space. And a new kind of loud: noise as a celebration, as the overflow of joy at being alive, here, now.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“As with all semantic difficulties, the answer can only be arbitrary. What matters is that we know what kind of union we are talking about when we speak of love. Do we refer to love as the mature answer to the problem of existence, or do we speak of those immature forms of love which may be called symbiotic union?”
― Erich Fromm, The Art of Loving