I cannot capture your grace in words; I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you. — John Keats, in a letter to Fanny Brawne dated 5 Novemeber 1820 Advertisements
Everything goes. I am working very hard at not thinking about how everything goes. — Joan Didion, Play It As It Lays. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; 2nd edition, November 15, 2005) Originally published 1970.
But we can’t live in the light all of the time … You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you. — Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty (Random House, 2003)
She naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel herself for ever and ever and ever alone. — Virginia Woolf, Orlando. (Penguin Classic; Abridged edition, October 3, 2000) Originally published October 11th 1928.
The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice. ― Virginia Woolf, Orlando. (Penguin Classic; Abridged edition, October 3, 2000) Originally published October 11th 1928.
I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you. — Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2003)
Fear knocked at the door and faith answered. No one was there. — Anonymous. Found in an English pub after one of the many London bombings by Hitler during World War II.