Iris

“El otoño ha estrenado recientemente su paleta de colores, y con sus pinceladas grisáceas ha teñido el lienzo de mi realidad.”
― Laura Riñón Sirera, Amapolas en octubre

“Mark: “A strange evening, forsooth,” he said.
Emma: “Don’t you forsooth me.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“Nothing had changed. Their lives had been expended in the cheerless labor, their wills broken, their intelligences numbed. Now they were in the earth to which they had given their lives; and slowly, year by year, the earth would take them. Slowly the damp and rot would infest the pine boxes which held their bodies, and slowly it would touch their flesh and finally it would consume the last vestiges of their substances. And they would become a meaningless part of that stubborn earth to which they had long ago given themselves.”
― John Williams, Stoner

“I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights