Теодора ♊️

“Тя беше момиче, ала и жена си бе. В женското още от дете жената си я има. Дали е под миглите, или под ноктите, ала си я има, докато с мъжете не е същото. Един мъж, дето няма си брада, за да прежули една женска буза — не е никакъв мъж! Макар че кога сърцето ще се размисли за жена, то не пита ни главата, ни брадата, както се случи и с мене. Докато се развивахме със Силвина и повивахме, докато сме се смели и играли, то, сърцето, се навивало, навивало и когато изведнаж го дръпнаха да се развие, отскубнаха ми го заедно с корена.”
― Николай Хайтов, Диви разкази

“At one hundred, surely you learn to overcome loss and grief—or do they hound you till the bitter end? At one hundred, siblings forget, sons forget, loved ones forget, no one remembers anything, even the most devastated forget to remember. Mothers and fathers have long since died. Does anyone remember?”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“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

“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