Azra Kapetanovic

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.”
― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

“...The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied
him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have
power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while
the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…”
― Mayuri Das

“He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn't changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“Postovanje je izmisljeno da se sakrije praznina gde bi trebalo da bude ljubav. A ako me vise ne volis, onda je bolje i postenije da mi to kazes.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina