Diana

“Die hellen Tage behalte ich, die dunklen gebe ich dem Schicksal zurück.”
― Zsuzsa Bánk

“It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown I back, throat to the stars, "more like deer than human being." To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“I want enough time to be in love with everything . . .”
― Marina Keegan, The Opposite of Loneliness: Essays and Stories

“Aber ich will überhaupt nicht ans Theater!'
'Weshalb nicht?'
'Weil es mich nicht interessiert!', schießt es aus mir heraus, und sofort schäme ich mich, als hätte ich absichtlich eine alte Frau geschubst. Sich nicht fürs Theater interessieren ist wie nie die Tagesschau sehen oder nicht wählen gehen. Macht man einfach nicht.”
― Sarah Kuttner, Wachstumsschmerz