Gogelis

“Ji pati iš savęs žino, kaip ramina gamtos balsas, vėjo ūžavimas klevo viršūnėje, kapinaičių medžiuose. Ypač rudens naktimis, pavasario vėtrose: esi vienas savo troboj, aplinkui siautėja baisingos jėgos - naktys, tamsos, lietūs, perkūnijos, o vis tiek žinai, kad niekas tavęs nepalies: gina medžiai, užstoję būstą, jie grumiasi, girgžda ir traška, bet jie neišduos tavęs, gyvenančios viršum jų šaknų, po jų viršūnėmis: tu jiems - savo žmogus, jie - tavo medžiai". "Gyvenimas po klevu", R. Granauskas”
― Romualdas Granauskas, Gyvenimas po klevu

“Let everything that's been planned come true. Let them believe. And let them have a laugh at their passions. Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world. And most important, let them believe in themselves. Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing. When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. When a tree is growing, it's tender and pliant. But when it's dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death's companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Because what has hardened will never win.”
― Andrei Tarkovsky

“We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept—our own selves—that we love.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Some sort of pressure must exist; the artist exists because the world is not perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn’t look for harmony but would simply live in it. Art is born out of an ill-designed world.”
― Andrei Tarkovsky