Aastha

“What's this flesh? A little cruded milk
Fantastical puff-paste. Our bodies are weaker than those
Paper prisons boys use to keep flies in; more contemptible,
Since our is to preserve earth-worms. Didst thou ever seen
A lark in a cage? Such is the soul in the body: this world
Is like her little turf of grass, and the heaven o'er our heads
Like her looking-glass, only gives us a miserable knowledge
Of the small compass of our prison.”
― John Webster, The Duchess of Malfi

“I account this world a tedious theater,
For I do play a part in 't 'gainst my will.”
― John Webster, The Duchess of Malfi

“Gloom is but a shadow of a cloud passing by”
― Yann Martel, Life of Pi

“Make me immortal with a kiss.”
― Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus and Other Plays