Cera Klomp

“She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but the
incomprehensible nature of this our life - for their inspection. Some people go
to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends, I to my own heart, I to seek among
phrases and fragments something unbroken - I to whom there is no beauty
enough in moon or tree; to whom the touch of one person with another is all,
yet who cannot grasp even that, who am so imperfect, so weak, so
unspeakably lonely.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”
― Emily Dickinson

“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.”
― Emily Dickinson