Marek Morong

“Ce cantitate infinită de inutil calm conţinea în dimineaţa aceea oceanul, faţă de neliniştea şi de zbuciumul unui singur om...”
― Max Blecher, Inimi cicatrizate; Întâmplări în irealitatea imediată

“Nu-ţi dai seama ce copleşitor lucru e să simţi, câteodată, că timpul ţi-a luat-o înainte, că n-ai făcut anumite lucruri esenţiale la vremea lor şi că ai să te trezeşti într-o bună zi singur, îmbătrânit, incapabil de a mai repara ceva. Căci ceea ce mă apăsa mai mult în după-amiaza aceea era sentimentul ireparabilului. A trecut ceva, a trecut, şi eu n-am băgat de seamă... E cumplit să-ţi dai seama de asta...”
― Mircea Eliade, Nuntă în cer

“I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls
with clean blood
and organized drawers.
I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests
at night when no one else is alive
or awake
however you choose to see it
and I live in my own flames
sometimes burning too bright and too wild
to make things last
or handle
myself or anyone else
and so I run.
run run run
far and wide
until my bones ache and lungs split
and it feels good.
Hear that people? It feels good
because I am the slave and ruler of my own body
and I wish to do with it exactly as I please”
― Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

“How strange and foolish is man. He loses his health in gaining wealth. Then, to regain his health he wastes his wealth. He ruins his present while worrying about his future, but weeps in the future by recalling his past. He lives as though death shall never come to him, but dies in a way as if he were never born”
― Imam Ali as