Celinehabchi

“Te t'es arrêté à parler et seul le silence t'a répondu. Mais ces mots, ces milliers, ces millions de mots qui se sont arrêtés dans ta gorge, les mots sans suite, les cris de joie, les mots d'amour, les rires idiots, quand donc les retrouveras-tu?

Maintenant tu vis dans le terreur du silence. Mais n'es-tu pas le plus silencieux de tous?”
― Georges Perec, Un homme qui dort

“And so it was literature that brought me back to life during this time. The monolithic uncertainty of my future was deadening; everywhere I turned, the shadow of death obscured meaning of any action. I remember the moment when my overwhelming unease yielded, when that seemingly impassable sea of uncertainty parted. I woke up in pain, facing another day - no project beyond breakfast seemed tenable. *I can't go on* , I thought, and immediately, its antiphon responded, completing Samuel Beckett's seven words, words I had learned long ago in undergraduate: *I'll go on.* I got out of bed and took a step forward, repeating the phrase over and over: "I can't go on. I'll go on.”
― Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

“I feel simultaneously intensely insignificant and hyperaware of how important everyone is.”
― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead

“Tu n'est pas mort et la mort même ne saurait te délivrer...”
― Georges Perec, Un homme qui dort