Eligia

“The prison is not outside, but inside each of us. Perhaps we simply don't know how to live without it.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

“Sleep felt productive. Something was getting sorted out. I knew in my heart—this was, perhaps, the only thing my heart knew back then—that when I'd slept enough, I'd be okay. I'd be renewed, reborn. I would be a whole new person, every one of my cells regenerated enough times that the old cells were just distant, foggy memories. My past life would be but a dream, and I could start over without regrets, bolstered by the bliss and serenity that I would have accumulated in my year of rest and relaxation.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“E tranquilidade era aquilo, aquela quietude sob a qual a vida palpitava”
― Lygia Fagundes Telles, Ciranda de Pedra

“The best conversations are with yourself. At least there's no risk of a misunderstanding.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead