Mona

“In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“And what is life but madness, and faith but folly, and hope but reprieve, and love but salt in the wound?”
― Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or: A Fragment of Life

“I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.”
― Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

“man is a frivolous and incongruous creature, and perhaps, like a chess player, loves the process of the game, not the end of it.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground