Lyndsey

“What I caught that winter was a memory of a purpose.”
― Jaida Jones, Havemercy

“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!”
― John Keats

“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Sacred Wood

“I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock