Tara

“As I read, however, I applied much personally to my own feelings and condition. I found myself similar, yet at the same time strangely unlike to the beings concerning whom I read, and to whose conversation I was a listener. I sympathized with, and partly understood them, but I was unformed in mind, I was dependent on none, and related to none . . . and there was none to lament my annihilation . . . what did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination? These questions continually recurred, but I was unable to solve them.”
― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus

“With freedom, flowers, books, and the moon, who could not be perfectly happy?”
― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”
― Jane Austen, Emma

“Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby