Konstantina

“To be alone—the eternal refrain of life. It wasn’t better or worse than anything else. One talked too much about it. One was always and never alone. A violin, suddenly—somewhere out of a twilight—in a garden on the hills around Budapest. The heavy scent of chestnuts. The wind. And dreams crouched on one’s shoulders like young owls, their eyes becoming lighter in the dusk. A night that never became night. The hour when all women were beautiful.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country

“Being alone is the only possible condition for me, since I don't want to make a woman unhappy, and women have a tendency to become unhappy. Being alone isn't always fun, you can't always be in form. Moreover, I have learned from experience that once you are not in form women don't remain in form either; as soon as they are bored they start complaining you've no feeling.”
― Max Frisch, Homo Faber

“I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.”
― Frida Kahlo

“Интимно

Не ме допускай толкоз близо ти

До себе си, щом искаш да съм влюбен

Ех, вярно е, далечното гнети

но за това пък близкото погубва!

Щом искаш да съм твой, далеч ме дръж —

Далечното е всъщност ореолът.

Една мечта се срива отведнъж

Разбулиш ли я, видиш ли я гола.

Дори една „Мадона“ от Рембранд

Погледната от близичко е грозна

И целия и гений и талант

Е в нейната далечна грациозност.

Дори земята, таз, околовръст,

Която отдалеч е рай вълшебен

Отблизо ти се вижда буца пръст —

Пръст, във която ний сте легнем с тебе…”
― Дамян Дамянов