Sofia

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“It was a pleasure to burn.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“He made her feel like more than the sum of her parts.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

“The trouble with miracles is, they don't last long.”
― Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl