Anna

“When the switch fell I could feel it upon my flesh; when it welted and ridged it was my blood that ran, and I would think with each blow of the switch: Now you are aware of me! Now I am something in your secret and selfish life, who have marked your blood with my own for ever and ever.”
― William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

“In his forty-third year William Stoner learned what others, much younger, had learned before him: that the person one loves at first is not the person one loves at last, and that love is not an end but a process through which one person attempts to know another.”
― John Williams, Stoner

“No, it was not superstition, it was a sense of beauty that cured her of her depression and imbued her with a new will to live. The birds of fortuity had alighted once more on her shoulders. There were tears in her eyes and she was unutterably happy to hear him breathing at her side.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“The hunger for the world is bigger than the world itself and no dinner of mutton cutlets and okra is going to feed it.”
― Thrity Umrigar, First Darling of the Morning: Selected Memories of an Indian Childhood