Luna

“When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

(Ophelia)”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books. They do not appease me. I am aware of time passing, of all the world contains that I have not seen, of all the interesting people I have not met.”
― Anais Nin, A Cafe in Space: The Anais Nin Literary Journal, Volume 3

“I love. I have loved. I will love.”
― Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife

“The path to paradise begins in hell.”
― Dante Alighieri