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“I looked up once more, at the whole world; it was beautiful, I knew it was, but I wasn't a part of it. I was never going to be a part of it.”
― Val Emmich, Dear Evan Hansen

“There's nothing here. Nothing at all.'

Marina gave me a look that I could not fathom.

'You're wrong,' she said. 'The memories of hundreds of people lie here. Their lives, their feelings, their expectations, their absence, the dreams that never came true for them, the disappointments, the deceptions and the unrequited loves that poisoned their existence... All that is here, trapped for ever.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, Marina

“Ot, schodzi się kilku poważnych — och, jak poważnych! — panów, którzy, wchodząc do sali obrad, starają się pilnie zapomnieć o tym, że są ludźmi, że tam, za oknami gabinetu, huczy i pędzi życie, że to, co oni piszą na papierze, to jest pisane na ludzkiej skórze, że to, co dla nich jest przedmiotem kontrowersji prawniczej, jest dla innych nieraz kwestią życia i śmierci. I pichcą sobie od niechcenia te prawa, a to co oni upichcą, w tym potem męczą się całe pokolenia.”
― Tadeusz Boy-Żeleński, Piekło kobiet

“Impossible to believe we need so much
as the world wants us to buy.
I have more clothes, lamps, dishes, paper clips
than I could possibly use before I die. Oh, I would like to live in an empty house,
with vines for walls, and a carpet of grass.
No planks, no plastic, no fiberglass. And I suppose sometime I will.
Old and cold I will lie apart
from all this buying and selling, with only
the beautiful earth in my heart.”
― Mary Oliver, Why I Wake Early