Athend

“Those eyes! those large, those shining, those divine orbs! they became to me twin stars of Leda, and I to them devoutest of astrologers”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“The poet dreams of the mountain

Sometimes I grow weary of the days, with all their fits and starts.
I want to climb some old gray mountains, slowly, taking
The rest of my lifetime to do it, resting often, sleeping
Under the pines or, above them, on the unclothed rocks.
I want to see how many stars are still in the sky
That we have smothered for years now, a century at least.
I want to look back at everything, forgiving it all,
And peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know.
All that urgency! Not what the earth is about!
How silent the trees, their poetry being of themselves only.
I want to take slow steps, and think appropriate thoughts.
In ten thousand years, maybe, a piece of the mountain will fall.”
― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

“If one's different, one's bound to be lonely.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“...нищо не е по-безпомощно тъпо и по-съобразително от любовта, ... нищо не замъглява и прояснява разума ни с по-голяма сила от нея спрямо това, дали мислите ни съвпадат, или противоречат на поривите й.”
― Димитър Димов, Поручик Бенц