Vig Nesh

“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

“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