Fiona

“But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“what stars, what thought and sadness up above, and what ignorance below.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading

“Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke