Ida

“But when I turned a chill caressed me—Go—a voice crawled up my spine—Leave—a finger turned my jaw—Hurry—and then there was a rushed blur of voices, hands, faces, running through the hall—Shhh, this way, run, don't say a word. Death strode among them, glanced at me, but this time he didn't smile. He wept. His arms were full and he could carry no more.”
― Mary E. Pearson, Dance of Thieves

“The world is a stage and the play is badly cast.”
― Oscar Wilde

“someone will remember us
I say
even in another time”
― Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

“Hear the language that isn’t spoken, for everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind it.”
― Mary E. Pearson, Dance of Thieves