Amelia Buzzard

“To pile like Thunder to its close, Then crumble grand away, While everything created hid — This would be Poetry: Or Love, — the two coeval came — We both and neither prove, Experience either, and consume — For none see God and live.”
― Emily Dickinson, Collected Poems

“beacon in the roaring tides of darkness.”
― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

“He is the sort who are all right so long as they keep to things—books, pictures—but kill when they come to people.”
― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

“The night received her, as it had received Miss Bartlett thirty years before.”
― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View