Sara Mesuras

“Because the terrible thing about becoming an adult is being forced to realize that absolutely nobody cares about us, we have to deal with everything ourselves now, find out how the whole world works. Work and pay bills, use dental floss and get to meetings on time, stand in line and fill out forms, come to grips with cables and put furniture together, change tires on the car and charge the phone and switch the coffee machine off and not forget to sign the kids up for swimming lessons. We open our eyes in the morning and life is just waiting to tip a fresh avalanche of "Don't Forget!"s and "Remember!"s over us. We don't have time to think or breathe, we just wake up and start digging through the heap, because there will be another one dumped on us tomorrow. We look around occasionally, at our place of work or at parents' meetings or out in the street, and realize with horror that everyone else seems to know exactly what they're doing. We're the only ones who have to pretend. Everyone else can afford stuff and has a handle on other stuff and enough energy to deal with even more stuff. And everyone else's children can swim.”
― Fredrik Backman, Anxious People

“No one can be independent of other people completely, so why not give up the attempt, she thought, go running in the other direction, depend on people for everything, allow them to depend on you, why not.”
― Sally Rooney, Normal People

“Sometimes a useful delusion is better than a useless truth.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Underground Railroad

“A maior parte de nós, os mortais, nunca chega a conhecer o seu verdadeiro destino. Somos apenas atropelados por ele. Quando erguemos a cabeça e o vemos afastar - se pela estrada já é tarde, e o resto do caminho temos de fazê -lo pela valeta daquilo a que os sonhadores chamam a maturidade. A esperança não é mais do que a fé em que esse momento não tenha ainda chegado, que consigamos ver o nosso verdadeiro destino quando se aproximar de nós e saltar para o bordo antes que a oportunidade de sermos nós mesmos se desvaneça para sempre e nos condene a viver de vazio, com saudades do que deveria ter sido e nunca foi.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, El laberinto de los espíritus