Antastesia

“In the midst of winter, I find within me the invisible summer...”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Kingdom of God Is Within You

“Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner dark room, the door of which it is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.”
― Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

“It is dreadful to think that behind me my own past is no longer anything but shifting darkness.”
― Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed

“To Priests, Soldiers, Judges- to men who rear, lead or govern men I dedicate these pages of murder and blood.”
― Octave Mirbeau, The Torture Garden