Starlight.

“The quiet transition from autumn to winter is not a bad time at all. It's a time for protecting and securing things and for making sure you've got in as many supplies as you can. It's nice to gather together everything you possess as close to you as possible, to store up your warmth and your thoughts and burrow yourself into a deep hole inside, a core of safety where you can defend what is important and precious and your very own. Then the cold and the storms and the darkness can do their worst. They can grope their way up the walls looking for a way in, but they won't find one, everything is shut, and you sit inside, laughing in your warmth and your solitude, for you have had foresight.”
― Tove Jansson, Moominvalley in November

“It’s only the sea,’ said Moomintroll. ‘Every wave that dies on the beach sings a little song to a shell. But you mustn’t go inside because it’s a labyrinth and you may never come out again.”
― Tove Jansson, Comet in Moominland

“Когато бях малък, възрастните ми показаха думите, за да има къде да си слагам нещата.
Думите ми харесват, но не побират достатъчно.
Не побират например чуждите сънища, които се напрягаш да чуеш, музиката, светлината и разни други неща.
Знам, че думите трябва да ме правят по-силен, но понякога се страхувам, че ще скрия в тях нещо важно и после няма да го намеря.
Послушай ме, когато мълча, и ще го чуеш.”
― Zornitsa Hristova, Когато искам да мълча

“I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet