Jeff Åkesson

“They would never know how lucky they had been. For a lifetime, mankind had achieved as much happiness as any race can ever know. It had been the Golden Age. But gold was also the color of sunset, of autumn: and only Karellen’s ears could catch the first wailings of the winter storms.”
― Arthur C. Clarke, Childhood’s End

“The past was like a handful of sand you thought you were squeezing tightly, but which had already run out through the cracks between your fingers. Memory was a river that had run dry long ago, leaving only scattered gravel in a lifeless riverbed. He had lived life always looking out for the next thing, and whenever he had gained, he had also lost, leaving him with little in the end.”
― Liu Cixin, The Dark Forest

“Now I understand,” said the last man.”
― Arthur C. Clarke, Childhood’s End

“I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance”
― E.E. Cummings