Έχω ανάγκη να μιλάμε.
—  Δεν φαντάζεσαι πόσο..
Humans in love are terrible. You see them hungering at one another like prehistoric wolves, you see something struggling for life in between them like a root or a soul and it flares for a moment, then they smash it. The difference between them smashes the bones out. So delicate the bones.
—  From “The Anthropology of Water,” by Anne Carson.
Θυμάμαι ότι νομίζεις πως έχω ξεχάσει.
—  Θυμάμαι.
The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.
—  Fernando Pessoa, Book of Disquiet
Αποσυντονίζεις τον ειρμό των σκέψεών μου.
—  Σταμάτα το.Σε παρακαλώ.