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“The ghostly hands of a fitful wind played with her hair. The perfume of June lilies stole in from the bed under the open window---a haunting odour, sweeter than music, like all the lost perfumes of old, unutterably dear years. Far off, two beautiful, slender, black firs, of exactly the same height, came out against the silver dawn-lit sky like the twin spires of some Gothic cathedral rising out of a bank of silver mist. Just between them hung a dim old moon, as beautiful as the evening crescent. Their beauty was a comfort and stimulant to Emily under the stress of the strange vigil. Whatever passed---whatever came---beauty like this was eternal.”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery, Emily's Quest

“But they had found the Tansy Patch a charming place and were glad to go again. For the rest of the vacation there was hardly a day when they did not go up to it-- preferably in the long, smoky, delicious August evenings when the white moths sailed over the tansy plantation and the golden twilight faded into dusk and purple over the green slopes beyond and fireflies lighted their goblin torches by the pond.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Emily of New Moon

“If you compare several representative passages of the greatest poetry you see how great is the variety of types of combination, and also how completely any semi-ethical criterion of “sublimity” misses the mark. For it is not the “greatness,” the intensity, of the emotions, the components, but the intensity of the artistic process, the pressure, so to speak, under which the fusion takes place, that counts.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Sacred Wood: Essays On Poetry and Criticism

“I've always thought that when it comes time for one day to end the sun makes its exit from the stage by showing off the most ravishing item of the day-- something of true beauty, something so friendly and large it terrifies me. My thoughts were confirmed on that day.
I felt myself sink into the city. The essence felt pure white, drawing close to me from the western sky like the soft, rosy cheeks of a beloved wife. Every street in town shone with the brightness, and every face radiated the glow--that intense sunset shimming in its redness.”
― Banana Yoshimoto, Amrita