Tabes

“June was white. I see the fields white with daisies, and white with dresses; and tennis courts marked with white. Then there was wind and violent thunder. There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, “Consume me". That was at midsummer.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“To exist is to drink oneself without thirst.”
― Annie Ernaux, Les Années

“Now are the woods all black,
But still the sky is blue.”
― Marcel Proust , Swann’s Way

“Near the kiosk the old lady who sold refreshments seemed slowly to be gathering all the shadows of evening about her skirts.”
― Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night