Stella

“It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the ethereal bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness...”
― James Joyce, Ulysses

“Look at you, taking care of everyone but yourself, letting love make you hollow instead of full.”
― Trista Mateer, Artemis Made Me Do It

“When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once…”
― James Joyce, Ulysses