Joseph

“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Who tricked me into this whole thing and leaves me standing here? Who am I? How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it, why was I not informed of the rules and regulations and just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought from a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in the big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn’t it a matter of choice? If I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager-I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint?”
― Søren Kierkegaard, Repetition

“Inevitably, with memory comes pain.”
― Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men

“De som älskade mest, de som var av kärlek besatta, det var dem som frosten tog.”
― Jonas Gardell, Döden