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“Every real story is a never ending story.”
― Michael Ende, The Neverending Story

“If you have never wept bitter tears because a wonderful story has come to an end and you must take your leave of the characters with whom you have shared so many adventures, whom you have loved and admired, for whom you have hoped and feared, and without whose company life seems empty and meaningless.

If such things have not been part of your own experience, you probably won't understand what Bastian did next.”
― Michael Ende, The Neverending Story

“Мъжко стопанство

Той е от тези мъже, дето всичко си вършат самички.
Трябва да го обичаш със все шкафчета и полички.
С онова, което е в тях или навън се подава.
Няма вещ, която съхранение не заслужава.
Чукчета, клещи, длета и свредели, и епруветки,
гвоздеи, шнурчета, дюбели разни, някакви четки,
тубички от лепило, колекция камъни речни,
менгеме и наковалня, бурканче с тайнствена течност,
стар будилник, край него - всичките извадени части,
мъртъв бръмбар в шишенце, флакончета, смазки и пасти,
летвички къси и дълги, уплътнения, кламери,
три пера от водна кокошка от езерото Мамри,
няколко тапи от шампанско, затънали във цимент,
две стъкълца, потъмнели при някакъв експеримент,
плочки, дъсчици и гумички, картончета дребни,
които били са или пък ще бъдат потребни,
ключове цяла дузина, кожа, ръкави от дрешка,
някакви дръжки за нещо, и прашка съвсем момчешка...
Да изхвърлим - попитах - част от богатството прашно?
Този, когото обичам, изгледа ме страшно.

"Męskie gospodarstwo"
превод: Иван Вълев”
― Wisława Szymborska, Wiersze wybrane

“I think we ought to live happily ever after.”
― Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

“We've inherited hope��
the gift of forgetting.”
― Wisława Szymborska, Map: Collected and Last Poems

“If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that—warm things, kind things, sweet things—help and comfort and laughter—and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess

“Nothing Twice

Nothing can ever happen twice.
In consequence, the sorry fact is
that we arrive here improvised
and leave without the chance to practice.

Even if there is no one dumber,
if you’re the planet’s biggest dunce,
you can’t repeat the class in summer:
this course is only offered once.

No day copies yesterday,
no two nights will teach what bliss is
in precisely the same way,
with precisely the same kisses.

One day, perhaps some idle tongue
mentions your name by accident:
I feel as if a rose were flung
into the room, all hue and scent.

The next day, though you’re here with me,
I can’t help looking at the clock:
A rose? A rose? What could that be?
Is it a flower or a rock?

Why do we treat the fleeting day
with so much needless fear and sorrow?
It’s in its nature not to stay:
Today is always gone tomorrow.

With smiles and kisses, we prefer
to seek accord beneath our star,
although we’re different (we concur)
just as two drops of water are.”
― Wisława Szymborska, Map: Collected and Last Poems