Moni

“Dugo sam čekao vjetar. Dugo je ljeto stajalo zatvoreno.
Sparno, ugrijano, bučno - kao da nikada neće proći. U buci grada krošnje su muklo mučale.
Ali lišće je ponovno zašumjelo. Kišne su kapi zatitrale na vjetru. A hladan miris vlažne mahovine doletio je iz šume nošen vjetrom. I ponovno su otvorene. Nadohvat ruke, sve priče iz djetinjstva. Poput starog fotoalbuma.”
― Zdenko Bašić

“Kašalj i ljubav ne mogu se sakriti. A tko hoće da to sakriva, postaje jako smiješan.”
― Marija Jurić Zagorka, Kontesa Nera

“The waste of intelligence. A community that finds it natural to suffocate with the care of home and children so many women’s intellectual energies is its own enemy and doesn’t realize it.” I waited in silence”
― Elena Ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay

“At that moment I knew what the plebs were, much more clearly than when, years earlier, she had asked me. The plebs were us. The plebs were that fight for food and wine, that quarrel over who should be served first and better, that dirty floor on which the waiters clattered back and forth, those increasingly vulgar toasts. The plebs were my mother, who had drunk wine and now was leaning against my father’s shoulder, while he, serious, laughed, his mouth gaping, at the sexual allusions of the metal dealer. They were all laughing, even Lila, with the expression of one who has a role and will play it to the utmost.”
― Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend