Alexandra

“Am doing what you see - lying under a rick. The space occupied by my body is small indeed compared with the surrounding immensity in which it has neither part nor lot, and the portion of time allotted to me here on earth is insignificant indeed compared with the eternity which I have never known, and shall never enter! Yet in the same atom, in this same mathematical point which I call my body, the blood circulates, and the brain operates at will. A fine discrepancy for you - a fine futility!"
"I would remark that what you have just said applies to every human being in creation."
"True. What I mean is that my parents know not a single tedious moment, nor are in the least distressed with the thought of their insignificance - it is a thought which never stinks in their nostrils, whereas I - well, I feel nothing but weariness and rancour in my breast.”
― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons

“Yes, that. But I thought also of another thing between us. Call it trust...That is one of its names. It is a very great thing.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Farthest Shore

“We raised our glasses. I could almost hear Dad chuckling at Mom’s comment in the way he always did when he was truly enjoying something. It had grown dark outside. A wind picked up, rattling the windows, and the candle flames suddenly shifted, dancing along the border between turbulence and order.”
― Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle

“his drily fastidious, passionate, Frenchified, misanthropic soul was incapable of castle building.”
― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons