Mona

“What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.”
― Soren Kierkegaard, Either - Or

“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

“And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being