Mariah Ben abraham

“I'm afraid of the dark.' And his mother: 'Don't be silly. You know there's nothing to be afraid in the dark.' But he knew hte falsity of the reasoning; he knew how they taught also that there was nothing to fear in death, and how fearfully they avoided the idea of it.”
― Graham Greene, The End of the Party

“When he was born he gave an algebraic
Cry; at one glance measured the cubic content Of that ivory cone his mother's breast
And multiplied his appetite by five.
So he matured by a progression, gained Experience by correlation, expanded Into a marriage by contraction, and by Certain physical dynamics
Formulated me. And on he went
Still deeper into the calculating twilight Under the twinkling of five-pointed figures Till Truth became for him the sum of sums And Death the long division. My poor father.”
― Christopher Fry, The Lady's Not for Burning

“Do you want our spirits to hobble out of their graves Enduring twinges of hopeless human affection
As long as death shall last? Still to suffer
Pain in the amputated limb! To feel
Passion in vacuo! That is the sort of thing
That causes sun-spots, and the lord knows what Infirmities in the firmament.”
― Christopher Fry, The Lady's Not for Burning

“I will come,' said Peter, but he sat on for a moment. What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with extraordinary excitement?

It is Clarissa, he said.

For there she was.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway