Elly

“On my first night there, I sat on the bad during the twilight while the walls went slowly from gray to gold to black, listening to a soprano's voice climb dizzily up and down somewhere at the other end of the hall until at last the light was completely gone, and the faraway soprano spiraled on and on in the darkness like some angel of death, and I can't remember the air even seeming as high and cold and rarefied as it was that night, or ever feeling farther away from the low-slung lines of dusty Piano.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“Please don't be afraid of me. Not me. We may have had a rocky start, but I would never hurt you. Never," he whispered harshly.  It was his desperate request that swayed her. It touched her very soul. It was filled with a raw sense of loneliness that she understood all too well.”
― Alanea Alder, My Commander

“I had a feeling of deja-vu when, the next afternoon, Julian answered the door exactly as he had the first time, by opening it only a crack and looking through it warily, as if there were something wonderful in his office that needed guarding, something that he was careful not everyone should see. It was a feeling I would come to know well in the next months.
Even now, years later and far away, sometimes in dreams I find myself standing before that white door, waiting for him to appear like the gatekeeper in a fairy story: ageless, watchful, sly as a child.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“They danced wildly in the forest, swaying with the tall trees and the howling wind.”
― Tom Schulman, Dead Poets Society