Grigoris Katsonis

“εδώ τελειώνουν τα έργα της θάλασσας, τα έργα της αγάπης”
― Γιώργος Σεφέρης, Μυθιστόρημα

“Έτσι είναι οι ζωντανοί. Έχουν το βάσανο της μνήμης.”
― Μ. Καραγάτσης, Η μεγάλη χίμαιρα

“Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:

where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”
― Pablo Neruda

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches