Helena

“As she made coffee in the kitchen and tried to spoon the frozen ice-cream from its carton without snapping the shaft off the spoon, Elizabeth was struck, not for the first time, by the thought that her life was entirely frivolous.
It was a rush and slither of trivial crises; of uncertain cash-flow, small triumphs, occasional sex and too many cigarettes; of missed deadlines that turned out not to matter; of arguments, new clothes, bursts of altruism and sincere resolutions to address the important things. Of all these and the other experiences that made up her life, the most significant aspect was the one suggested by the words 'turned out not to matter'. Although she was happy enough with what she had become, it was this continued sense of the easy, the inessential nature of what she did, that most irritated her. She thought of Tom Brennan, who had known only life or death, then death in life. In her generation there was no intensity.”
― Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong

“Je sens que le récit m'entraîne et impose, à mon insu, un sens, celui du malheur en marche inéluctablement. Je m'oblige à résister au désir de dévaler les jours et les semaines, tâchant de conserver par tous les moyens - la recherche et la notation de détails, l'emploi de l'imparfait, l'analyse des faits - l'interminable lenteur d'un temps qui s'épaississait sans avancer, comme celui des rêves.”
― Annie Ernaux, Happening

“Had I paused to reflect, I would have understood that my devotion to Clara brought me no more than suffering. Perhaps for that very reason, I adored her all the more, because of the eternal human stupidity of pursing those who hurt us the most.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“Art doesn't owe anything to anyone.
Songs are about how it felt, not the facts. Self-expression is about what it feels to live, no whether you had the right to claim any emotion at any time. Did I have a right to be mad at him? Did he do anything wrong? Who cares! Who cares? I hurt. So I wrote about it”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Daisy Jones & The Six