Nadia B

“I cannot mourn for what I have not known.”
― Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men

“Хто визволиться сам, той буде вільний,
хто визволить кого, в неволю візьме.”
― Lesia Ukrainka, Вся Леся Українка

“I sometimes wonder what I'd see if I could hold your heart in my hands," I told him. "I imagine it fitting perfectly in my palms, soft and slippery, like gelatin that hasn't quite set. It might wobble at the slightest touch, but I sense I'd need to hold it carefully, so it wouldn't slip through my fingers. I also imagine the warmth of the thing. It's usually hidden deep inside, so it's much warmer than the rest of me. I close my eyes and sink into that warmth, and when I do, the sensations of all the things that have disappeared come back to me. I can feel all the things you remember, there in my hands. Doesn't that sound marvelous?”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“You need something like a lifeline that's connecting you to hope. So that you don't go crazy. So that you can keep breathing when one day feels like ten years.

When basic instinct takes over instead of reason, maybe you need to believe in a concept like love to bear everything.”
― Keum Suk Gendry-Kim, Grass