Heather

“skin-that smooth plump sweetly fragrant sac upon which life scrawls the record of our failures and exhaustion”
― Jennifer Egan

“Utterly spellbound, I’m beginning to realize I’ve never given grief the respect it deserves. Drawing no distinction between strong, weak, rich or poor, it plows through everyone’s lives the same, leaving identical mounds of emotional debris behind.”
― Joanna Wallace, You'd Look Better as a Ghost

“We wish nothing, save to be alone and to learn, and to feel as if with each day our sight were growing sharper than the hawk's and clearer than rock crystal.”
― Ayn Rand

“I see the terrifying spaces of the universe that enclose me, and I find myself attached to a corner of this vast expanse, without knowing why I am more in this place than in another, nor why this little time that is given me to live is assigned me at this point more than another out of all the eternity that has preceded me and out of all that will follow me.”
― Blaise Pascal, Thoughts, Letters and Minor Works