Kamelia Mitova

“If voting changed anything, they'd make it illegal.”
― Emma Goldman

“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
― Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

“Не всяко злато сияе,
не всеки скиталец е враг,
здрав старец не вехне до края,
не жари слана корен як.
Ще лумне пак пламък изгаснал,
над сянката – лъч засиял,
строшеният меч ще зарасне,
сваленият пак ще е крал.”
― Дж. Р. Р. Толкин

“Щом зима се озъби пак
и камък пука в леден мрак,
замръзва вир, замръзва лес —
не тръгвай в Пущинака днес!

When winter first begins to bite
and stones crack in the frosty night,
when pools are black and trees are bare,
’tis evil in the Wild to fare.”
― J. R. R. Tolkien