lucy

“Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade away without anyone’s noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it’s pitch-black. A great warm, dark silence surrounds the house. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness.”
― Tove Jansson, The Summer Book

“The arabesques sank into the ground and turned green with moss, and the trees slipped deeper and deeper into each other's arms as time went by.”
― Tove Jansson, The Summer Book

“We were quite close, almost touching. Our eyes met again. It was reckless of me, but I asked Lady Brandon to introduce me to him. Perhaps it was not so reckless, after all. It was simply inevitable.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“oh the dead! she murmured, one pitied them, one brushed them aside, one had even a little contempt for them. They are at our mercy.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse