I am naked and a beggar and an atom in the vortex of humanity. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot. (Modern Library; New edition edition, April 8, 2003) Originally published 1869.
I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there – that is living. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; 12th edition June 14, 2002) Originally published November 1880.
Sometimes I’m afraid to go to sleep because of what I’m leaving behind. — Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall. (HarperCollins; Reprint edition, March 8, 2016)
We have the marvelous gift of making everything insignificant. — Nikolai Gogol
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love. — George Eliot
The Darkling Thrush I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land’s sharp features seemed to be The Century’s corpse… Continue reading Thomas Hardy
“O Memory, where is now my love, That rayed me as a god above?” “I saw him by an ageing shape Where beauty used to be; That his fond phantom lingers there Is only known to me.” — Thomas Hardy, from “I Have Lived With Shades,” Works of Thomas Hardy. (Delphi Classics; 8 edition, April… Continue reading Thomas Hardy