Elo-Mall Toomet

“Two days passed, while through woods and trees, and over the hills and the marshes, went the procession of spring, to the music of wood-pigeons cooing. It came like something new out of strange lands, that had never come before.”
― Lord Dunsany, The Curse of the Wise Woman

“It was when I was happiest that I longed most. It was on happy days when we were up there on the hills, the three of us, with the wind and the sunshine . . . where you couldn’t see Glome or the palace. Do you remember? The colour and the smell, and looking across at the Grey Mountain in the distance? And because it was so beautiful, it set me longing, always longing. Somewhere else there must be more of it.”
― C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold

“He wonders, without necessarily believing in ghosts, whether their ghosts wander. It comes to him that even if they do, even if he were to take up his coat now and go walking the back roads and the mountain sides, he wouldn't meet them. Their lives and their deaths grew out of a land that Cal isn't made from and hasn't sown or harvested, and they've soaked back into that land. He could walk right through those ghosts and never feel their urgent prickle. He wonders if Trey ever meets them, on long walks homewards under the dimming sky.”
― Tana French, The Searcher

“Forget Tir-nan-Og?' he exclaimed. 'Forget Tir-nan-Og! With the young men walking with the gold low light on their limbs, and the young girls with radiance in their faces, and the young blossom bursting along the apple-boughs, and all that is young there glorying in the morning, and it morning forever over all the land of youth. Forget Tir-nan-Og!”
― Lord Dunsany, The Curse of the Wise Woman