Anna

“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”
― David Foster Wallace

“Today in my heart
a vague trembling of stars
and all roses are
as white as my pain.”
― Federico García Lorca

“This, Tolstoy says, is our human predicament: we're the man clutching the branch. Death awaits us. There is no escape. And so we distract ourselves by licking whatever drops of honey come within our reach.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Marriage Plot

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest