Geri

“I am made of memories.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“The patch of lawn before it had relapsed into a hayfield; but to the left an overgrown box-garden full of dahlias and rusty rose-bushes encircled a ghostly summer-house of trellis-work that had once been white, surmounted by a wooden Cupid who had lost his bow and arrow but continued to take ineffectual aim.”
― Edith Wharton

“Man is more himself, man is more manlike, when joy is the fundamental thing in him, and grief the superficial. Melancholy should be an innocent interlude, a tender and fugitive frame of mind; praise should be the permanent pulsation of the soul.”
― G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy

“The fool is happy that he knows no more”
― Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man