Alina C.

“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
― Anais Nin

“Nothing is stranger or more ticklish than a relationship between people who know each other only by sight, who meet and observe each other daily - no hourly - and are nevertheless compelled to keep up the pose of an indifferent stranger, neither greeting nor addressing each other, whether out of etiquette or their own whim.”
― Thomas Mann, Death in Venice

“If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”
― Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

“Dar cum nimic din noi nu poate reînvia exact asa cum a fost candva, se simtea tulburat. Căci nu mai suntem cei care am fost, pentru ca noi cladiri au fost ridicate peste daramaturile celor macinate de foc si batalii, iar cele ce au mai ramas in picioare sunt pline de singuratate, au suferit si ele trecerea timpului, in timp ce aceia care le-au locuit abia de mai traiesc in amintirea confuza a cuiva sau in vreo legenda, stingandu-se definitiv, uitati, inlocuiti de noi pasiuni si nefericiri.”
― Ernesto Sabato, Abaddón el Exterminador