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“Sve će proći. Ali, kakva je to utjeha? Proći će i radost, proći će i ljubav, proći će i život. Zar je nada u tome da sve prođe?”
― The Fortress
― The Fortress
“Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?”
― 4.48 Psychosis
― 4.48 Psychosis
“Ima među ženama više heroja nego što ih ima među ljudima, ali su ljudi celu istoriju prigrabili za sebe, i za priče o sebi. Međutim, mi smo heroji u bojnoj vatri, a žene u hladnoj svakidašnjici; mi smo hrabri pred smrću, a one pred životom; mi pred drugim čovekom, a one pred celom sudbinom.”
― Blago cara Radovana
― Blago cara Radovana
“Hiljadu nečijih srećnih časaka biće kao ovaj, ali ovaj nikada više. Hiljadu tuđih ljubavi biće kao ova, ali ova nikada više. Nikada: jedina konačnost. Prvi put znam šta je sreća, osjećam je, vidim, mirišem. Cio svijet i cijela vasiona, nas troje. Nikog drugog osim nas nema.”
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“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
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