Csilla

“There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that receives it.”
― Edith Wharton

“What a terrible mistake, thought Drogo, perhaps everything is like that — we think there are beings like ourselves around us and instead there is nothing but ice and stones speaking a strange language; we are on the point of greeting a friend but our arm falls inert, the smile dies away because we are completely alone.”
― Dino Buzzati, The Tartar Steppe

“It was at this period that Drogo realised how far apart men are whatever their affection for each other, that if you suffer the pain is yours and yours alone, no one else can take upon himself the least part of it; that if you suffer it does not mean that others feel pain even though their love is great: hence the loneliness of life.”
― Dino Buzzati, The Tartar Steppe

“A memory is a re-creation, precious because it is both more and less than the original.”
― Ken Liu, The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories