Freyja

“But walking through it all was one thing; walking away, unfortunately, has proved to be quite another, and though once I thought I had left that ravine forever on an April afternoon long ago, now I am not so sure. Now the searchers have departed, and life has grown quiet around me, I have come to realize that while for years I might have imagined myself to be somewhere else, in reality I have been there all the time: up at the top by the muddy wheel-ruts in the new grass, where the sky is dark over the shivering apple blossoms and the first chill of the snow that will fall that night is already in the air.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“ふりかえって見ると、さっきの十字架はすっかり小さくなってしまい、ほんとうにもうそのまま胸にもつるされそうになり、さっきの女の子や青年たちがその前の白い渚にまだひざまずいているのか、それともどこか方角もわからないその天上へ行ったのか、ぼんやりして見分けられませんでした。
　ジョバンニは、ああ、と深く息しました。
「カムパネルラ、また僕たち二人きりになったねえ、どこまでもどこまでもいっしょに行こう。僕はもう、あのさそりのように、ほんとうにみんなの幸のためならば僕のからだなんか百ぺん灼いてもかまわない」
「うん。僕だってそうだ」カムパネルラの眼にはきれいな涙がうかんでいました。
「けれどもほんとうのさいわいはいったいなんだろう」
　ジョバンニが言いいました。
「僕ぼくわからない」カムパネルラがぼんやり言いました。”
― 宮沢 賢治, 銀河鉄道の夜

“Funny, that! You planted a tree; you watched it grow; you picked the fruit and, when you were old, you sat in the shade of it. Then you died and they forgot all about you—just as though you had never been....But the tree went on growing, and everybody took it for granted. It always had been there and it always would be there....Everybody ought to plant a tree, sometime or another—if only to keep them humble in the sight of the Lord.”
― Reginald Arkell, Old Herbaceous: A Story

“No one even noticed me, she thought with reassurance, everyone who saw me has gone by long ago.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Lottery and Other Stories