Vlada

“All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone,
We must speak of other matters,
You can be me when I'm gone

Flowers gathered in the morning,
Afternoon they blossom on,
Still are withered in the evening,
You can be me when I'm gone.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

“I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.”
― Franz Kafka

“The bird that plucks its own feathers
cannot blame the wind for its chill.

The tree that bends willingly
cannot fault the storm for its sway.

The flame that softens to the dark
cannot accuse the night of its fading.

The stone that erodes with its own weight
cannot lament the gradual loss.”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein