Neta Sillavan

“The autumn winds rushing
Waft the leaves that are searest,
But our flower was in flushing,
When blighting was nearest.
Fleet foot on the correi,
Sage counsel in cumber,
Red hand in the foray,
How sound is thy slumber!
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou art gone, and for ever!”
― Sir Walter Scott

“Maybe she couldn't know who she was today. Maybe it was enough to know that she was no longer who she was before.”
― Orson Scott Card, Speaker for the Dead

“Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.”
― Albert Camus

“Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.”
― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein