Nicoleta

“Το Αιγαίο δεν είναι μονάχα φως και θάλασσα. Μπαίνει μες στην καρδιά των ανθρώπων,γίνεται πρώτα ένας χτύπος,ύστερα άλλος,ώσπου γίνεται όλοι οι χτύποι της καρδιάς. Μπαίνει μες στις φλέβες και γίνεται αίμα. Καίει το αίμα. Μπαίνει μες στη μνήμη,κι από τότε τίποτα πια δεν μπόρει να το σβήσει ως την ώρα του θανάτου. Το Αιγαίο σε φωνάζει πάντα και σε καλεί.”
― Ilias Venezis, Αιολική γη

“It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.”
― Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“I used to analyze myself down to the last thread, used to compare myself with others, recalled all the smallest glances, smiles and words of those to whom I’d tried to be frank, interpreted everything in a bad light, laughed viciously at my attempts ‘to be like the rest’ –and suddenly, in the midst of my laughing, I’d give way to sadness, fall into ludicrous despondency and once again start the whole process all over again – in short, I went round and round like a squirrel on a wheel.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.”
― Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders