Isidora Markovic

“By weeping, I want to impress someone, to bring pressure to bear upon someone...I make myself cry in order to prove to myself that my grief is not an illusion; tears are signs, not expressions. By my tears, I tell a story, I produce a myth of grief, and henceforth I adjust myself to it: I can live with it, because, by weeping, I give myself an emphatic interlocutor who receives the *truest* of messages, that of my body, not that of my speech: *Words, what are they? One tear will say more than all of them*”
― Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments

“Consuming life cannot be other than a life of rapid learning, but it also needs to be a life of swift forgetting.”
― Zygmunt Bauman, Consuming Life

“And, long after the amorous relation is allayed, I keep the habit of hallucinating the being I have loved: sometimes I am still in anxiety over a telephone call that is late, and no matter who is on the line, I imagine I recognize the voice I once loved: I am an amputee who still feels pain in his missing leg.”
― Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments

“Like the phoenix, socialism is reborn from every pile of ashes left day in, day out, by burnt-out human dreams and charred hopes.”
― Zygmunt Bauman, Liquid Modernity