Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl! And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee, And let me call Heaven’s blessing on thine eyes, And let me breathe into the happy air, That doth enfold and touch thee all about, Vows of my slavery, my giving up, My sudden adoration, my great… Continue reading John Keats
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love. — George Eliot
Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted. — Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC, June 17, 2004) Originally published 1820.
Presume not that I am the thing I was. — William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 2. Act V Scene v
Think of this – that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other. ― A.S. Byatt, Possession, (Vintage, October 1, 1991)
Month by month things are losing their hardness; even my body now lets the light through; my spine is soft like wax near the flame of the candle. I dream; I dream. — Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (Harvest Books 1978) Originally published October 8th 1931.
Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all. — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited. (Back Bay Books; Edition Unstated edition, September 1999) Originally published 1945.
