Rob Eperson

“And then," said Sarnac, "I remember that I made a prophecy. I made it - when did I make it? Two thousand years ago? Or two weeks ago? I sat in Fanny's little sitting-room, an old-world creature amidst her old-world furnishings, and I said that men and women would not always suffer as we were suffering then. I said that we were still poor savages, living only in the bleak dawn of civilisation, and that we suffered because we were under-bred, under-trained and darkly ignorant of ourselves, that the mere fact that we knew our own unhappiness was the promise of better things and that a day would come when charity and understanding would light the world so that men and women would no longer hurt themselves and one another as they were doing now everywhere, universally, in law and in restriction and in jealousy and in hate, all round and about the earth.”
― H.G. Wells, The Dream

“Knowing one was comprised of recycled matter only and that selfhood was a delusion did not take away the aching of the heart.”
― Sebastian Faulks, A Possible Life

“Nothing good is a miracle, nothing lovely is a dream.”
― Richard Bach, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah

“Kopar goncaları henüz vakit varken bugün
Anlamazsın zaman nasıl kanatlanır, uçar gider
O gonca sana gülücükler saçarken bugün
Gelince yarın, sararır solar, boynunu büker.”
― N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society