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Входя ко мне, неси мечту,
Иль дьявольскую красоту,
Иль Бога, если сам ты Божий.
А маленькую доброту,
Как шляпу, оставляй в прихожей.

Здесь, на горошине земли,
Будь или ангел, или демон.
А человек - иль не затем он,
Чтобы забыть его могли?


В. Ходасевич

All I want is to feel one day that I don't need to apologize for my existence.

"Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know."

We discover, indeed, that we do not know our part, we look for a mirror, we want to rub off the make-up and remove the counterfeit and be real. But somewhere a bit of mummery still sticks to us that we forget. A trace of exaggeration remains in our eyebrows, we do not notice that the corners of our lips are twisted. And thus we do about, a laughing-stock, a mere half-thing: neither existing, nor actors.

"A birth certificate tells me that I was born. I repudiate this certificate: I am not a poet, but a poem. A poem that is being written, even if it looks like a subject."

"Man's life as commentary to abstruse
Unfinished poem. Note for further use."

Я думала – меня оставил Бог,
Ну что с того – он драгоценный луч
Или иголка – человек же стог. Жесток...
Я отвернулась от него – не мучь.
Но кто из нас двоих жесточе и страшней?
Конечно, тот, кто не имеет тела, –
Он сделал нас бездонными – затем,
Чтобы тоска не ведала предела.

(Елена Шварц)

Мне понравилась надпись в подземном переходе из ст. метро "Московская": "Человеку ничего не принадлежит. Человек сам пренадлежит". Там еще было что-то про любовь, что-то вроде "это то, что было и будет"...но я не помню точно.

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"All humanity is divided into “yes” and “no,” and we will always be with those who have 'yes' in their nature. Beware of the 'I' and the 'no.'"

There was once a man who was terrified of his own shadow and lived in fear of the sound of his own footsteps. Walking along one day he entered a panic and tried to flee at top speed. But as fast as he ran, his shadow and footsteps kept up with him and made him run all the faster, until he finally collapsed of exhaustion and died.
If he had only sat down in the shade of a tree, he would no longer have have been able to see his shadow or hear his own footsteps.

(A Taoist tale)