Vig Nesh

“No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine that they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.”
― Franz Schubert

“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”
― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne