Evgeniya

“We who are no longer being loved must choose between revenge and understanding [...]”
― Jens Christian Grøndahl, Tit er jeg glad

“Колкото и да се мъчех да се загубя, та да не се озова пак пред живота ми, той чисто и просто беше навсякъде.”
― Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night

“That’s the experience I’ve gained from working in the garden: there’s no reason to be cautious or anxious about anything, life is so robust, it seems to come cascading, blind and green, and at times it is frightening, because we too are alive, but we live in what amounts to a controlled environment, which makes us fear whatever is blind, wild, chaotic, stretching towards the sun, but most often also beautiful, in a deeper way than the purely visual, for the soil smells of rot and darkness, teems with scuttling beetles and convulsing worms, the flower stalks are juicy, their petals brim with scents, and the air, cold and sharp, warm and humid, filled with sunrays or rain, lies against skin, accustomed to the indoors, like a soothing compress of hereness.”
― Karl Ove Knausgård, Om høsten

“Отнесено към живота на народите, това означава: те напразно търсят така наречените национални добродетели, които са още по-съмнителни от индивидуалните. Затова мразя нациите и националните държави.”
― Joseph Roth, Легенда за светия пияница: разкази и новели