Pragyan Khati

“Shut up,' she said softly, fiercely. 'Oh my dear, shut up and come over here”
― John Williams

“Day by day the numbness crept upon him until at last the numbness seemed to be himself. He felt himself to be like the land, without identity or shape; sometimes one of the men would look at him, look through him, as if he did not exist; and he had to shake his head sharply and move an arm or a leg and glance at it to assure himself that he was visible.”
― John Williams, Butcher's Crossing

“It is wicked of you to call on the wrath of God to satisfy your jealousy!”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“Do you know that I love now to recall and visit at certain dates the places where I was once happy in my own way? I love to build up my present in harmony with the irrevocable past, and I often wander like a shadow, aimless, sad, and dejected, about the streets and crooked lanes of Petersburg.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky