Diana

“Bibliotēkas ir mūsu lasīšanas sakāvju pieraksts.
Cik maz tajās ir grāmatu, kas mums patiešām patikušas. Vēl mazāk tādu, kas mums patīk, ja lasām otrreiz. Vairums grāmatu ir piemiņa no cilvēkiem, kādi mēs gribējām būt. Ko noturējām par evi.”
― Marcin Wicha, Rzeczy, których nie wyrzuciłem

“A town always looked different when you'd returned, like a house where all the furniture had shifted three inches. You wouldn't mistake it for a stranger's house but you'd keep banging your shins on the table corners.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“If the wickedness of people arouses indignation and insurmountable grief in you, to the point that you desire to revenge yourself upon the wicked, fear that feeling most of all; go at once and seek torments for yourself, as if you yourself were guilty of their wickedness. Take these torments upon yourself and suffer them, and your heart will be eased, and you will understand that you, too, are guilty, for you might have shone to the wicked, even like the only sinless One, but you did not. If you had shone, your light would have lighted the way for others, and the one who did wickedness would perhaps not have done so in your light. And even if you do shine, but see that people are not saved even with your light, remain steadfast, and do not doubt the power of the heavenly light; believe that if they are not saved now, they will be saved later. And if they are not saved, their sons will be saved, for your light will not die, even when you are dead. The righteous man departs, but his light remains. People are always saved after the death of him who saved them. The generation of men does not welcome its prophets and kills them, but men love their martyrs and venerate those they have tortured to death. Your work is for the whole, your deed is for the future. Never seek a reward, for great is your reward on earth without that: your spiritual joy, which only the righteous obtain. Nor should you fear the noble and powerful, but be wise and ever gracious. Know measure, know the time, learn these things. When you are alone, pray. Love to throw yourself down on the earth and kiss it. Kiss the earth and love it, tirelessly, insatiable, love all men, love all things, seek this rapture and ecstasy. Water the earth with the tears of your joy, and love those tears. Do not be ashamed of this ecstasy, treasure it, for it is a gift from God, a great gift, and it is not given to many, but to those who are chosen.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“Jo talants ir tāds dzinējs, kas pats no sevis nevar sākt darboties. Un tāpat arī apstāties. Kādam vajag to laikus izslēgt (aizbučot, aizglāstīt), citādi tas strādā, līdz nosvilst. Vājākie, tādi kā es, ar beigtu dzinēju turpina vienā mierā dzīvot, lai gan neko radīt vairs nespēj, bet varenākie - uzsprāgst. Droši vien par tādiem gadījumiem runāja Doktors Ķeizars. Un ar piemēru viņš nekļūdījās. Tikai man šis piemērs neatbilst. Es esmu tas ar laimīgi nosprāgušo (aizķepušo, eļļu nosvilinājušo) motoru un nevienu neapdraudu.
Es pat domāju, ka vājie nav pilnīgi nelabojami. Tikai kurš gan gribēs smērēt rokas, ja ir papilnam jaunu, skaļi rēcošu? Bet, griezdams uz riņķi Šopēnu, es, lai arī vēl neizteikti, sāku saklauzīt virzuļus. Tādu kā potenciālu, kuru vēl nespēju pacelt, bet, ja uzrastos roka, kas pagrieztu aizdedzes atslēgu, jūtu, mans motors tiešām pielēktu.”
― Marjus Ivaškevičs