Maria

“He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.”
― W. H. Auden, Collected Poems

“Повезло и тебе: где еще, кроме разве что фотографии,
ты пребудешь всегда без морщин, молода, весела, глумлива?
Ибо время, столкнувшись с памятью, узнает о своем бесправии.
Я курю в темноте и вдыхаю гнилье отлива.”
― Joseph Brodsky

“It's like the people who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book