Теодора ♊️

“Нормалните хора са тези, които водят „двойствен живот“. На повърхността е всекидневният живот — ходенето на работа, отиването на почивка. После идва животът, който желаеш да имаш — животът, който те държи буден нощем с надежда, амбиция, планове, напрежение, негодувание, завист, съжаление. Един по-динамичен живот на желания, движен от мисли за предстоящи възможности. Живот, който не можеш да имаш никога. Постоянно променящ се и недостижим във всеки един момент. Иска ви се да имате повече пари? Заповядайте, възползвайте се! Атрактивен сексуален партньор? Никакъв проблем. По-високо положение в обществото? По-високо ниво на интелигентност? По-бели зъби? Обсебени сте от това, до което не можете да се докоснете. Място, което сърби, а не можете да почешете. Измъчвани от принципа, че колкото по-невъзможно е да имате нещо, толкова повече го желаете, така и не можете да се почувствате щастливи.”
― Phil Hogan, A Pleasure and a Calling

“This is not, cannot, had better not be a dream, because the words that came to me, as I pressed my eyes shut, were, This is like coming home, like coming home after years away among Trojans and Lestrygonians, like coming home to a place where everyone is like you, where people know, they just know—”
― André Aciman

“Nesta had loved Cassian since she'd first laid eyes on him. Had loved him even when she did not want to, even when she had been swallowed by despair and fear and hatred. Had loved him and destroyed herself because she didn't believe she deserved him, because he was all that was good, and brave, and kind, and she loved him, she loved him, she loved him”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“And yes, there was such a luster in his eyes that I had to look away, and when I looked back at him, his gaze hadn’t moved and was still focused on my face, as if to say, So you looked away and you’ve come back, will you be looking away again soon?—which was why I had to look away once more, as if immersed in thought, yet all the while scrambling for something to say, the way a fish struggles for water in a muddied pond that’s drying up in the heat.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name