Maria

“But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming, habitual fondness, not having meant to keep us waiting long.”
― Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping

“She cannot receive any power from me greater than she now has, which consists in her own purity and innocence of heart.”
― H.B. Paull, The Snow Queen

“In which star of the unclimbed sky wilt though begin our search? Or in which of the secret streams of the ocean where the last green rays are quenched in oozy darkness?”
― E.R. Eddison, The Worm Ouroboros

“We are betrayed by what is false within”
― George Meredith