As I see it, life is an effort to grip before they slip through one’s fingers and slide into oblivion, the startling, the ghastly or the blindingly exquisite fish of the imagination before they whip away on the endless current and are lost for ever in oblivion’s black ocean.

– Mervyn Peake –

I’m so cold

I think

I could just be saved

just like those frosts …

Too far from the

flames of hell,

I froze

in my angelic loneliness,

But who is able

to open their ribs

to receive me?

– Ana Blandiana –

Ph : Laura Makabresku

But if everything was always smooth and perfect, you’d get too used to that, … You have to have a little bit of disorganization now and then. Otherwise, you’ll never really enjoy it when things go right.

– Sarah Dessen – The Truth About Forever