Rita

“An idea is like a rare bird which cannot be seen. What one sees is the trembling of the branch it has just left.”
― Lawrence Durrell

“I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory.”
― Lawrence Durrell, Justine

“Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.”
― Lawrence Durrell, Justine