Dimitra Gkimousi

“But at night, only at night, the skies grew alive and burst open into infinity and the power of that world where a living being is lost, and has no longer the sense of what he is, where he is going or what he wishes or what he must do. Only there one lived truly, serenely and for long; in that space there were no longer words that bound one tragically for one’s whole life, no longer fateful promises or situations from which one could not escape, with the brief time that flows and flows onward inexorably, with death or shame as the only outcome.”
― Ivo Andrić, The Bridge on the Drina

“This generation was richer only in illusions; in every other way it was similar to any other. It had the feeling of both lighting the fires of a new civilization and extinguishing the last flickers of another. Everything appeared as an exciting new game on that ancient bridge, which shone in the moonlight of those July nights, clean, young and unalterable, strong and lovely in its perfection, stronger than all that time might bring and man imagine or do.”
― Ivo Andrić, The Bridge on the Drina

“At the end of the third year occurred one of those accidents without which great buildings are rarely completed.”
― Ivo Andrić, The Bridge on the Drina

“All roads were open to them, onward to infinity; on most of those roads they would never even set foot, but nonetheless the intoxicating lust for life lay in the fact that they could (in theory at least) be free to choose which they would and dare to cross from one to the other.”
― Ivo Andrić, The Bridge on the Drina