Michael Yacoub

“My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while
May I behold in thee what I was once…”
― William Wordsworth, Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey

“Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs”
― John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale

“I felt a great emptiness inside, as if I had been searching for some glimpse, not outside but within myself, and had discovered that there was nothing to be found.”
― Bernhard Schlink, The Reader

“And I go out at six in the morning and start my search for you. If I've dreamt a message of a street or a pub or a station I go there. And I wait for you.”
― Sarah Kane, 4.48 Psychosis