Emily

“I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer. Then, child, make another.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“I am air and thought and can do nothing.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Because to remember is to fill the present with the past, which meant that the cost of remembering anything, anything at all, is life itself. We murder ourselves, he thought, by remembering. The idea made him sick. And without knowledge of his own legs moving beneath him, he crossed the hall to his bedroom, fished the contact lens case from his jacket pocket, and, having been sober for forty-seven days, tossed the Perc and codeines back in one gulp, then returned to where Grazina lay slumped in the jeep. “Good night,” he said, but then saw her lips moving. “What’s that?” He crouched down. “I said…” She swallowed and blinked. “We made it.” “We made it?” he asked.”
― Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness

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