Ellen Chernevych

“We would all like to believe that we came from nowhere but ourselves, every gesture is our own. But then we find we belong to the history and fate of a long line of beings that also may have wished to be free.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“In other words, or perhaps another thing, whatever I said it was never enough and always too much.”
― Samuel Beckett, Molloy / Malone Dies / The Unnamable

“Yes it sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger. Then I see the sky different from what it is and the earth too takes on false colours. It looks like rest, it is not, I vanish happy in that alien light, which must have once been mine, I am willing to believe it, then the anguish of return, I won’t say where, I can’t, to absence perhaps, you must return, that’s all I know, it’s misery to stay, misery to go.”
― Samuel Beckett, Molloy / Malone Dies / The Unnamable

“Прямо над дорогою заходило сонце.
Так низько, що можна було вже не боятись
І входити в нього..
Кажуть, призахідне сонце лікує серце..”
― Олег Лишега, Зима в Тисмениці