Julia

“I sit in the field, lost in the summer breeze among the grain and white clouds. My life is a holiday, everything is bliss, I am at peace with all living things.”
― Tove Ditlevsen, There Lives a Young Girl in Me Who Will Not Die: Selected Poems

“Both of us wore signet rings on our little fingers.”
― Fleur Jaeggy, Sweet Days of Discipline

“The years that are gone seem like dreams—if one might go on sleeping and dreaming—but to wake up and find—oh! well! perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.”
― Kate Chopin, The Awakening

“The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude. All along the white beach, up and down, there was no living thing in sight. A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling, disabled down, down to the water.”
― Kate Chopin, The Awakening