Nina

“Život bez ljubavi je kao da ptici podrežeš krila i ne dopustiš joj mogućnost da leti. Bol nam zna potkresati krila i prizemljiti nas, a ako takvo stanje ostane nerješeno dulje vrijeme, možeš i zaboraviti kako si stvoren da bi letio.''
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''Pticu ne definira to što je na zemlji, nego njezina sposobnost da leti. Upamti, ljude ne definiraju njihova ograničenja, nego mogućnosti koje sam u njih ugradio. Nisu obilježeni onim kakvim se čine, nego svime što nosi to da su stvoreni na moju sliku.''

Bog”
― W. Paul Young, The Shack

“Don’t ever put your happiness in someone else’s hands. They’ll drop it. They’ll drop it every time.”
― Christopher Barzak, One for Sorrow

“But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.”
― Daphne du Maurier

“Once upon a time, there was a girl who talked to the moon. And she was mysterious and she was perfect, in that way that girls who talk to moons are. In the house next door, there lived a boy. And the boy watched the girl grow more and more perfect, more and more beautiful with each passing year. He watched her watch the moon. And he began to wonder if the moon would help him unravel the mystery of the beautiful girl. So the boy looked into the sky. But he couldn't concentrate on the moon. He was too distracted by the stars. And it didn't matter how many songs or poems had already been written about them, because whenever he thought about the girl, the stars shone brighter. As if she were the one keeping them illuminated.

One day, the boy had to move away. He couldn't bring the girl with him, so he brought the stars. When he'd look out his window at night, he would start with one. One star. And the boy would make a wish on it, and the wish would be her name.

At the sound of her name, a second star would appear. And then he'd wish her name again, and the stars would double into four. And four became eight, and eight became sixteen, and so on, in the greatest mathematical equation the universe had ever seen. And by the time an hour had passed, the sky would be filled with so many stars that it would wake the neighbors. People wondered who'd turned on the floodlights.

The boy did. By thinking about the girl.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door