Clarissa

“With the girls, on the other hand, if the pleasure which I enjoyed was selfish, at least it was not based on the lie which seeks to make us believe that we are not irremediably alone and prevents us from admitting that, when we chat, it is no longer we who speak, that we are fashioning ourselves then in the likeness of other people and not of a self that differs from them.”
― Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

“...the cooing of pigeons, nesting in the wall outside; shimmering and unexpected like a first hyacinth gently tearing open its nutritious heart to release its flower of sound, mauve and satin-soft, letting into my still dark and shuttered bedroom as through an opened window the warmth, the brightness, the fatigue of a first fine day.”
― Marcel Proust, The Guermantes Way

“C-un zâmbet îndrăzneţ privesc în mine
şi inima
mi-o prind de mână. Tremurând
îmi strâng comoara la ureche şi ascult.

Imi pare
că ţin în mâini o scoică,
în care
prelung şi neînţeles
răsună zvonul unei mări necunoscute.

O, voi ajunge, voi ajunge
vreodat’ pe malul acelei mări,
pe care azi
o simt,
dar nu o văd ?”
― Lucian Blaga, Poemele luminii

“Pribeag cum sunt,
mă simt azi cel mai singuratic suflet,
şi străbătut de-avânt alerg, dar nu ştiu - unde.
Un singur rând mi-e rază şi putere:
o, stelelor nici voi n-aveţi
în drumul vostru nici o ţintă,
dar poate tocmai de aceea cuceriţi nemărginirea.”
― Lucian Blaga, Poemele luminii