Naina

“Morning or night, Friday or Sunday, made no difference, everything was the same: the gnawing, excruciating, incessant pain; that awareness of life irrevocably passing but not yet gone; that dreadful, loathsome death, the only reality, relentlessly closing in on him; and that same endless lie. What did days, weeks, or hours matter?”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost

“If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.”
― Mark Twain