You came into my life — not as one comes to visit … but as one comes to a kingdom where all the rivers have been waiting for your reflection, all the roads, for your steps. — Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra, ed. and transl. Olga Voronina and Brian Boyd (Alfred A. Knopf, 2014)
Twenty years toiling under us in the black ore of absence, as the violets drink on their sills from little bowls of the mind. — Tess Gallagher, from “She Wipes Out Time,” Midnight Lantern: New & Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 2011)
There is not love of life without despair about life. ― Albert Camus, The Stranger. . (Vintage, March 13, 1989) Originally published 1942.