Fiona

“Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.”
― Marcus Valerius Martialis

“Then I used to lock myself in my room, or go to the end of the garden, climb on to the ruin of a high stone greenhouse and, dangling my legs from the wall which looked out on the road, would sit for hours, staring and staring, seeing nothing. Near me, over the dusty nettles, white butterflies fluttered lazily. A pert little sparrow would fly down on to a half-broken red brick nearby, and would irritate me with its chirping, ceaselessly turning its whole body with its outspread tail; the crows, still wary, occasionally cawed, sitting high, high on the bare top of a birch -- while the sun and wind played gently in its spreading branches; the bells of the Donskoy monastery would sometimes float across -- tranquil and sad -- and I would sit and gaze and listen, and would be filled with a nameless sensation which had everything in it; sorrow and joy, a premonition of the future, and desire, and fear of life. At the time, I understood none of this, and could not have given a name to any of the feelings which seethed within me; or else I would have called it all by one name – the name of Zinaida.”
― Ivan Turgenev, First Love

“Kindle the candle of intellect in your heart and hasten with it to the world of brightness.”
― Nasir-i Khusraw

“I always think fondly of my years inside Detention Center LC/766B.

The women and the children I met had all lost people they loved, but they never wallowed in despair.

Dying is one of the few experiences we'll eventually all enjoy firsthand, and like most shit that's commonplace, it's boring to dwell on.

My fellow inmates/classmates (and really, what's the difference?) showed me it was more interesting to concentrate on the living.

Because death is fucking predictable...

...but life has science experiments and free time and surprise naps and who knows what comes next?”
― Brian K. Vaughan, Saga #36