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“- Înțelegi că am găsit în tine tot ce mi-a lipsit în copilărie, că iubirea mea e un lucru serios, nu cum crezi tu. Te iubesc, Otilia, nu glumi - continuă și mai exaltat Felix, săruând genunchii fetei ușor - nu vreau să cred că m-ai amăgit, că te-ai jucat numai cu mine, Vreau să fii a mea mai târziu, când vei porunci tu. Voi munci, voi răzbi în viață, dar cu tine și pentru tine. Tu te-ai jucat, Otilia, nu mă iubești cu adevărat!
- Nu, Felix, nu m-am jucat, te iubesc, dar și eu te iubesc în atâtea feluri, încât nu pot să analizez acum cât te iubesc ca frate și cât ca, cum să zic, iubită.”
― George Călinescu, Enigma Otiliei

“...the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.”
― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

“I don’t know if I will have the time to write any more letters, because I might be too busy trying to participate. So, if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school, and you helped me. Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about, or know someone who’s gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen. I know these will all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here, and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar