I am in my darkness, the dark color of nothingness, and I am groping slowly with a hesitant crutch. I always secretly imagine that heaven should be like a library. -Borges "Poems about a Godsend Opportunity"

Although they shout boredom, they are always afraid of things other than boredom. -Mitsuyo Kakuta's "She is on the other side"

I like the roses in adonis Garden, Lydia. I love these perishable roses: they grow and wither on the same day. The sun always shines on them: they grow after sunrise and wither before Apollo stops its glorious journey. Lydia, let's finish our life in one day, don't be unconscious, because it's night before and after the moment when we are alive. -Pessoa's "I Love Roses in adonis Garden"

After the eyelids are closed, the sun will raise the soul. -Vanity Fair in Plath

Time is a magical anesthetic, and sometimes I even feel that all the wounds seem to have healed. But after a long time, after fifteen or twenty years, it will suddenly and unexpectedly recur for no reason, and the pain is unbearable; Then we became paralyzed again and started talking about other topics casually. -Marai Sandor's Confessions of a Citizen