Mayra Lopez

“We make each other alive; it doesn't make a difference if it hurts.”
― Ingmar Bergman

“I’m beginning to know myself.
 I don’t exist. I’m the space between what 
I’d like to be and what others
 made of me. Just let me be at ease and
 all by myself in my room.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring only grasses thrive. I sat down on my hat and wept bitterly till I almost forgot time.

A thicket of summer grass
Is all that remains
Of the dreams and ambitions
Of ancient warriors.”
― Matsuo Bashō, The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches

“Here in my solitude, I have the feeling that I contain too much humanity. It oozes out of me like a broken tube of toothpaste; it doesn't want to stay within the confines of my body. A strange feeling of weight and volume. Soul volume perhaps, which rises like clouds of smoke and envelops my body.”
― Ingmar Bergman, Images: My Life in Film