Leandro

“A narrow grave-yard in the heart of a bustling, indifferent city, seen from the windows of a gloomy-looking inn, is at no time an object of enlivening suggestion; and the spectacle is not at its best when the mouldy tombstones and funereal umbrage have received the ineffectual refreshment of a dull, moist snow-fall.”
― Henry James, The Europeans

“If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us?”
― Virginia Woolf, Night and Day

“Ah, how I rue that what I could have done I did not do!”
― Ludovico Ariosto, Orlando Furioso: Part One

“For as he looked the thickness of his blood melted; the ice turned to wine in his veins; he heard the waters flowing and the birds singing; spring broke over the hard wintry landscape; his manhood woke; he grasped a sword in his hand; he charged a more daring foe than Pole or Moor; he dived in deep water; he saw the flower of danger growing in a crevice; he stretched his hand–in fact he was rattling off one of his most impassioned sonnets when the Princess addressed him, 'Would you have the goodness to pass the salt?”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando