Andrea Lang

“And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls him back. What enemy do we now perceive advancing against us, you whom I ride now, as we stand pawing this stretch of pavement? It is death. Death is the enemy. It is death against whom I ride with my spear couched and my hair flying back like a young man's, like Percival's, when he galloped in India. I strike spurs into my horse. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“Chiron had said once that nations were the most foolish of mortal inventions. "No man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“I still hold onto a small, childish hope that there’s someone out there in this crazy, wild world so completely, utterly meant for me even the stars will sigh, at last! in relief at our meeting.”
― Beau Taplin, Worlds of You: Poetry & Prose

“if it comes to a choice between being a good soldier and a good human being -- try to be a good human being".”
― Anton Myrer, Once an Eagle