Take what you can yourself, and don't let others get you into their hands; to belong to oneself, that is the whole thing in life.

Only one thing bothered me: at this very moment, as they say, of inexplicable bliss there would be a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach and my abdomen would be assailed by a melancholy, cold shivering. In the end I couldn't abide such happiness and ran away.

Sternly, remorselessly, fate guides each of us; only at the beginning, when we're absorbed in details, in all sorts of nonsense, in ourselves, are we unaware of its harsh hand.

I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.

We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars.

We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.

I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.