Mari Ann

“I turn away from the light to the holy, inexpressible, mysterious night. Far away lies the world − sunk into a
deep vault, its place waste and lonely. Across my heart strings a low melancholy plays. I will fall in drops of dew and merge with the ashes. Distant memories, the wishes of youth, the dreams of childhood, the brief joys and vain hopes of a long life – all arise dressed in grey, like evening mist after sunset. In other lands light has
pitched its merry tents. And if it never returned to its children, who would await its dawning with the innocence of faith?”
― Novalis, Hymns to the Night

“I knew that good like bad becomes a routine, that the temporary tends to endure, that what is external permeates to the inside, and that the mask, given time, comes to be the face itself.”
― Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian

“Just be warned", you said. "Some day you will ask me to give up something I really love, and then it`s going to get ugly.”
― David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary

“Singura clipă care contează cu adevărat este ultima. Atunci când trebuie să răsufli ușurat și să nu-ți pară rău după nimic.”
― Chris Simion, Ce ne spunem când nu ne vorbim