Vanimira

“There is an inability to sustain the tragic mood, a phoenix quality of the mind. It may be helpful or harmful, it is just a part of the will to survive—yet, also, it has made it possible for us to engage in one weakening war after another. But it is a necessary part of our mechanism that we should be able to cry only for a time over even an ocean of spilt milk—the spectacular must soon become the commonplace if life is to be supportable. Under a wide blue sky where a few clouds sailed like celestial icebergs the cities became a less oppressive memory, and the sense of living freshened us again like a clean wind. It does not, perhaps, excuse, but it does at least explain why from time to time I was surprised to find myself singing as I drove.”
― John Wyndham, The Day of the Triffids

“О, любовта превръща човешкото сърце в градина, едновременно разкошна и безсрамна, в която избуяват и цветя, и бурени!”
― Кнут Хамсун, Victoria

“Да, трябва да се преструвам, да лъжа, непрекъснато и винаги. И ще направя това, защото в мене може би има надежди жестоки, великолепни, убийствени, мисли, намерения, за съществуването на които и не подозирам. Човекът е тръгнал към други светове, към други цивилизации, без да е опознал докрай собствените си тайни, слепи улици, кладенци, барикадирани тъмни врати.”
― Станислав Лем

“My ambition was to negate. The world, whether dense or hollow, provoked only my negations. When I was supposed to be awake, I was asleep; when I was supposed to speak, I was silent; when a pleasure offered itself to me, I avoided it. My hunger, my thirst, my loneliness and boredom and fear were all weapons aimed at my enemy, the world. They didn’t matter a whit to the world, of course, and they tormented me, but I got a gruesome satisfaction from my sufferings. They proved my existence. All my integrity seemed to lie in saying No.

So the opportunity to be incarcerated was just too good to resist. It was a very big No—the biggest No this side of suicide.”
― Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted