yuro

“«Ja me n'adono, de les trampres que em fa la memòria. Dels paranys que em para el cap, que em pensa només les coses bones, que tria les pomes boniques de la safata, i llença, com peladures, com castanyes bordes, les coses dolentes, com si no haguessin sigut. I no sé jo què fa patir més: si pensar només els records bons i deixar fer a l'enyor, tan punxegut, i a la frisança aquesta que mai s'assedega, i que emborratxa l'anima. O si banyar-me als rierols de pensament que em porten cap als records tristos, dolents i tèrbols, i m'ennuegen el cor i em deixen encara més òrfena de pensar que el meu home no era pas l'àngel que jo corono»”
― Irene Solà, Canto jo i la muntanya balla

“Something wonderful has happened to me. I was carried up into the seventh heaven. There all the gods sat assembled. By special grace I was granted the favor of a wish. "Will you," said Mercury, "have youth, or beauty, or power, or a long life, or the most beautiful maiden, or any of the other glories we have in the chest? Choose, but only one thing." For a moment I was at a loss. Then I addressed myself to the gods as follows: "Most honorable contemporaries, I choose this one thing, that I may always have the laugh on my side." Not one of the gods said a word, on the contrary, they all began to laugh. Hence, I concluded that my request was granted, and found that the gods knew how to express themselves with great taste; for it would hardly have been suitable for them to answer gravely: "It is granted thee.”
― Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or: A Fragment of Life