Human existence is so fragile a thing and exposed to such dangers that I cannot love without trembling. — Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace. (Routledge; 1 edition, November 14, 2002) Originally published 1947.
It is difficult even to choose the adjective For this blank cold, this sadness without cause. — Wallace Stevens, from “The Plain Sense of Things,” The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens (Alfred A. Knopf, 1954)