Jona

“To be alone—the eternal refrain of life. It wasn’t better or worse than anything else. One talked too much about it. One was always and never alone. A violin, suddenly—somewhere out of a twilight—in a garden on the hills around Budapest. The heavy scent of chestnuts. The wind. And dreams crouched on one’s shoulders like young owls, their eyes becoming lighter in the dusk. A night that never became night. The hour when all women were beautiful.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country

“I don’t want to get old.”
“You won’t get old. Life will pass over your face, that will be all, and it will become more beautiful. One is old only when one no longer feels.”
“No. When one no longer loves.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country

“I trust you. But I'm also going with you."

"Of course you are. Because, my Cyn, if the shit hits the fan--"

"When the shit hits the fan."

"--I trust you to be there to turn the damn fan off.”
― D.B. Reynolds, Deception

“All I know is that I shall be alone again. There is nothing more terrible than to be alone among human beings.”
― Stefan Zweig, Letter from an Unknown Woman: The Fowler Snared