It was a melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them.

our heads were full of nebulous ideas, which cast an idealized, almost romantic glow over life

Galimybė nusižudyti yra likimo dovana, kurią mes retai tesuvokiame. Ji suteikia laisvo apsisprendimo iliuziją. Ko gero, mes žudomės kur kas dažniau, negu manome. Tik nejaučiame to.

He looked around. The room, a few suitcases, some belongings, a handful of well-read books— a man needed few things to live. And it was good not to get used to many things when life was unsettled. Again and again one had to abandon them or they were taken away. One should be ready to leave every day. That was the reason he had lived alone— when one was on the move one should not have anything that could bind one. Nothing that could stir the heart. The adventure— but nothing more.

When we love each other we are immortal and indestructible like the heartbeat and the rain and the wind.

Mes gavome dovanų ugnį, nes mumyse buvo kažkas dieviško. O dabar mes slepiame ją, nes žudome savyje tą dievišką dalelytę.

Only the stupid conquer in life; the other man foreseestoo many obstacles and becomes uncertain before he starts.

Lachen ist besser als weinen. Besonders, wenn beides nichts nützt.

The tension has worn us out. It is a deadly tension that feels as if a jagged knife blade is being scraped along the spine. Our legs won't function, our hands are trembling and our bodies are like thin membranes stretched over barely repressed madness, holding in what would otherwise be an unrestrained outburst of endless scream.s. We have no flesh, no muscle now