Emma

“They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the lune
A wind with fingers goes.

They perished in the seamless grass,
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face”
― Emily Dickinson

“In my mind are all the tides, their seasons, their ebbs and their flows.”
― Susanna Clarke, Piranesi

“This is the Hour of Lead –
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –
First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –”
― Emily Dickinson, Selected Poems

“I shall write it in my diary to-night.’
‘What?’
‘That a burnt child loves the fire.’
‘I am not even singed. My wings are untouched.’
‘You use them for everything, except flight.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray