Clarissa

“Only those are happy who never think or, rather, who only think about life's bare necessities, and to think about such things means not to think at all. True thinking resembles a demon who muddies the spring of life or a sickness which corrupts its roots. To think all the time, to raise questions, to doubt your own destiny, to feel the weariness of living, to be worn out to the point of exhaustion by thoughts and life, to leave behind you, as symbols of your life's drama, a trail of smoke and blood - all this means you are so unhappy that reflection and thinking appear as a curse causing a violent revulsion in you.”
― Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair

“Pribeag cum sunt,
mă simt azi cel mai singuratic suflet,
şi străbătut de-avânt alerg, dar nu ştiu - unde.
Un singur rând mi-e rază şi putere:
o, stelelor nici voi n-aveţi
în drumul vostru nici o ţintă,
dar poate tocmai de aceea cuceriţi nemărginirea.”
― Lucian Blaga, Poemele luminii

“With the girls, on the other hand, if the pleasure which I enjoyed was selfish, at least it was not based on the lie which seeks to make us believe that we are not irremediably alone and prevents us from admitting that, when we chat, it is no longer we who speak, that we are fashioning ourselves then in the likeness of other people and not of a self that differs from them.”
― Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

“C-un zâmbet îndrăzneţ privesc în mine
şi inima
mi-o prind de mână. Tremurând
îmi strâng comoara la ureche şi ascult.

Imi pare
că ţin în mâini o scoică,
în care
prelung şi neînţeles
răsună zvonul unei mări necunoscute.

O, voi ajunge, voi ajunge
vreodat’ pe malul acelei mări,
pe care azi
o simt,
dar nu o văd ?”
― Lucian Blaga, Poemele luminii