Hildred Ceaser

“It's too late. It was too late by the time I arrived in London to turn your notebook into a dove; there were too many people already involved. Anything either of us does has an effect on everyone here, on every patron who walks through those gates. Hundreds if not thousands of people. All flies in a spiderweb that was spun when I was six years old and now I can barely move for fear of losing someone else.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

“Shall not I
Learn place and wisdom? Have I not learned this,
Only so much to hate my enemy,
As though he might again become my friend,
And so much good to wish to do my friend,
As knowing he may yet become my foe?”
― Sophocles, Ajax

“Still I chase the wind
       and float as a gentle breeze
        up among the stars
        then descending
        as a bird down amidst the trees.”
― Sherman Kennon, Whisk Of Dust: Too Unseen Distance

“Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hardly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind, even in the heat of composition.”
― Samuel Beckett, Molloy