Isidora

“Sad, kada se ne nadam više da ću hodati obalom u Skagenu, ili sedeti i luci u Tronjemu, ili igrati sa studentkinjama u Upsali, sad mi se eto stalno vraća misao, da je trebalo živeti, dublje, zanosnije, i ne tako brzo. Kajem se što sam tako olako odlazio. Misao na smrt, rađa misao na trag konja, koji nestaje u snegu, kad jahači odu.”
― Miloš Crnjanski, Kod Hiperborejaca I

“Jesen, i život bez smisla. Proveo sam noć u zatvoru sa nekim Ciganima. Vuĉem se po kavana-ma. Sednem do prozora i zagledam se u maglu i u rumena, mokra, žuta drveta. Gde je život?”
― Miloš Crnjanski, Dnevnik o Čarnojeviću

“the worst thing," he told me,
"is bitterness, people end up so
bitter.”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

“The woman wanderer goes forth to seek the Land of Freedom.

“How am I to get there?” Reason answers: “here is one way, and one only. Down the banks of Labour, through the water of suffering. There is no other.”

The woman cries out: “For what do I go to this far land which no one has ever reached? Oh, I am alone! I am utterly alone!”

But soon she hears the sounds of feet, ‘a thousand times ten thousand and thousands of thousands, and they beat this way!’

“They are the feet of those who shall follow you. Lead on.”
― Olive Schreiner