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“Intr-o simpla ecuatie trigonometrica Euler vedea epura universului. Vedea tot. Noi trecem pe langa ecuatia aceasta, vedem mai nimic in ea si plecam tristi mai departe. Asa facem cu oamenii, situatiile, intamplarile.”
― Constantin Noica, Jurnal de idei

“He was convinced that Valuska's cosmos had no relation whatsoever to the real one; it was, he thought, an image, something remembered from childhood perhaps, only an image, of some once-glimpsed universal order, an order that had become a personal domain, clearly a luminous landscape that could never be lost, a pure religion which assumed that there was or might once have been a heavenly mechanism 'driven be some hidden motor of enchantment and innocent dreaming'. While the local community, 'given its natural inclination', regarded Valuska as no more than an idiot, he, for his part, was in no doubt (though he only became aware of this once Valuska took on the role of his personal meal-provider and general help) that this apparently crazy wanderer on the highways of his own transparent galaxy, with his incorruptibility and universal, if embarrassing, generosity of spirit, was indeed 'proof that, despite the highly corrosive forces of decadence in the present age, angels nevertheless did exist'.”
― László Krasznahorkai, The Melancholy of Resistance

“Having been granted a glimpse into the true nature of relationships, having just now experienced the adventure of comprehending and realizing, having recovered from the extraordinary effort of recognizing in a very unlikely manner in which he had arrived at the decisive moment of resignation, the happy little glimmer on the head of the nail conjured nothing more or less than a mysterious, unforgettable sensation that had surprised him on his way home, that despite the apparently insufferable condition of the town, he was glad simply to be alive, glad that he was breathing, that Valuska would soon be here beside him, glad of the warm glow of the fire in the drawing room and the house, which henceforth would be a real home, his home where the tiniest thing possessed some significance, and so he put the hammer down on the floor, divested himself of Mrs Harrer's apron and hung it on the hook in the kitchen and returned to the drawing room so he could rest a little before lighting a fire in Vakuska's room. It was a mysterious sensation but one that was born of simplicity rather than complexity: everything about him regained its original significance in the most natural way, the window became a window you could look out again, the fire became a fire which gave out heat, and the drawing room ceased to be a refuge from the 'all-consuming devastation' in much the same way as the outside world was no longer the scene of 'insufferable torture'.”
― László Krasznahorkai, The Melancholy of Resistance

“One could say that the courage to be is the courage to accept oneself as accepted in spite of being unacceptable.”
― Paul Tillich, The Courage to Be