Olga

“The flowers that bloom in spring, the willows, the raindrops and snowflakes became shrines. The mornings ushering in each day, the evenings that daily darken, became shrines.”
― Han Kang, Human Acts

“Supraviețuirea nu înseamnă că zborul e lin, înseamnă doar că avionul nu se prăbușește.”
― Laura Ionescu, Nu te găsesc pe nicăieri

“Memoria insistă să folosească o singură culoare când redesenează oameni, dar dacă insiști și tu, apar și celelalte nuanțe.”
― Laura Ionescu, Nu te găsesc pe nicăieri

“I am trying. And I am afraid. I am afraid to write about side-stepping and feelings and overwork and depression and breakdown because I am still convinced that admitting vulnerability makes me weak, not strong. I am afraid of confirming that I am young and cute and powerless. I am afraid of admitting to all the hard stuff, all the bad stuff, all the unlikeable stuff. I am afraid of exposing myself. I am afraid of being pitied. Of being resented. Of being shouted at. I am afraid of being the disruptive woman. And of not being disruptive enough.
I am afraid. But I am doing it anyway.”
― Emilie Pine, Notes To Self