Elena

“But the ultimate truth is that they aren't dead, those people. The writers of books do not truly die; their characters, even the ones who throw themselves in front of trains or are killed in battle, come back to life over and over again. Books are the means to immortality: Plato lives forever, as do Dickens, and Dr. Seuss, Soames Forsyte, Jo March, Scrooge, Anna Karenina, and Vronsky. Over and over again Heathcliff wanders the moors searching for his Cathy. Over and over again Ahab fights the whale. Through them all we experience other times, other places, other lives. We manage to become much more than our own selves. The only dead are those who grow sere and shriveled within, unable to step outside their own lives and into those of others. Ignorance is death. A closed mind is catafalque.”
― Anna Quindlen, How Reading Changed My Life

“They belonged to each other; and, no matter what life might hold for them, it could never alter that. Their happiness was in each other's keeping and both were unafraid.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne's House of Dreams

“Love loves to love love”
― James Joyce

“Мне казалось, это в порядке вещей. Я тогда не знала, что это был рай. Что такое рай, понимаешь только когда его утратишь, а что такое гнездо – когда из него выпадешь.”
― Jean-Claude Mourlevat, Winter's End