Simona Prokić

“I kada je svitac nestao, dugo se u meni zadržao trag njegove svetlosti. Te slabašne, blede svetlosti, koja je lebdela dugo, dugo u gustoj tami mojih zatvorenih očiju, poput neke izgubljene duše.
U toj tami, mnogo puta sam pružao ruke. Moji prsti nisu dodirivali ništa. Ta slabašna svetlost uvek je bila tačno izvan mog domašaja.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“A thought:
We miss so much here, so very much and for so long now: I miss it too, just as you do. I'm not talking of outward things, for we are looked after in that way; no, I mean the inward things. Like you, I long for freedom and fresh air, but I believe now that we have ample compensation for our privations. I realized this quite suddenly when I sat in front of the window this morning. I mean inward compensation. When I looked outside right into the depth of the Nature and God, then I was happy, really happy.
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Riches can all be lost, but that happiness in your own heart can only be veiled, and it will still bring you happiness again, as long as you live. As long as you can look fearlessly up into the heavens, as long as you know that you are pure within, and that you will still find happiness.”
― Anne Frank, Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl

“As you can easily imagine we often ask ourselves
here despairingly: "What, oh, what is the use of the
war? Why can't people live peacefully together? Why all this destruction?"
The question is very understandable, but no one has found a satisfactory answer to it so far. Yes, why do they make still more gigantic planes, still heavier bombs and, at the same time, prefabricated houses for reconstruction? Why should millions be spent daily on the war and yet there's not a penny available for medical services, artists, or for poor people? Why do some people have to starve, while there are surpluses rotting in other parts of the world. Oh, why are people so crazy?”
― Anne Frank, Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl

“Smrt postoji ne kao suprotnost života već kao njegov deo. [...] Do tada sam smrt shvatao kao nezavisnu pojavu, potpuno odvojenu od života. Drugim rečima, smatrao sam da će smrt jednog dana da dođe po svakog od nas. Ali sve do dana dok ne dođe po nas, smrt nas ne uzima. To je za mene bio sasvim iskren i logičan način razmišljanja. Život je s ove strane, a smrt s one. Ja sam na ovoj, a ne na onoj strani. [...]
Smrt nije pojava suprotstavljena životu. Smrt je suštinski deo mog bića, i ja nisam od onih koji mogu da zaborave tu činjenicu, ma koliko se trudio. [...]
Kad sad razmišljam o njima, bili su to čudni dani. Usred života sve se vrtelo oko smrti.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood