Zoë

“Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn,
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;
Laugh, heart, again in the gray twilight,
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the moon.

Your mother Eire is always young,
Dew ever shining and twilight gray;
Though hope fall from you and love decay,
Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.

Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill:
For there the mystical brotherhood
Of sun and moon and hollow and wood
And river and stream work out their will;

And God stands winding His lonely horn,
And time and the world are ever in flight;
And love is less kind than the gray twilight,
And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn.”
― William Butler Yeats

“Don't ask me anything about the future,” he said miserably. “I don't know anything. Be with me now, will you, no matter what it is?” And she took him in her arms.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers

“None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.”
― Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

“She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love.”
― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View