Maria

“For instance, I never complained that my birthday was overlooked; people were even surprised, with a touch of admiration, by my discretion on this subject. But the reason for my disinterestedness was even more discreet: I longed to be forgotten in order to be able to complain to myself... Once my solitude was thoroughly proved, I could surrender to the charms of a virile self-pity.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall

“It was Sunday morning, and old people passed me like sad grey waves on their way to church.”
― Barbara Comyns, The Vet's Daughter

“Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

“It was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as lightly as possible with down and feathers, had set it dancing and zigzagging to show us the true nature of life.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Death of the Moth and Other Essays