Rachael

“The more one knows fairy tales the less fantastical they appear; they can be vehicles of the grimmest realism, expressing hope against all the odds with gritted teeth.”
― Marina Warner, From the Beast to the Blonde: On Fairy Tales and Their Tellers

“Life does not cease when you are old,
it only suffers a rich change. You go on
loving, only your love, instead of a burning,
fiery furnace, is the mellow glow of an
autumn sun.”
― Jane Ellen Harrison, Reminiscences of a Student's Life

“As to Death, when I was young, personal immortality seemed to me axiomatic. The mere thought of Death made me furious. I was so intensely alive I felt I could defy any one, anything—God, or demon, or Fate herself—to put me out. All that is changed now. If I think of Death at all it is merely as a negation of life, a close, a last and necessary chord. What I dread is disease, that is, bad, disordered life, not Death, and disease, so far, I have escaped. I have no hope whatever of personal immortality, no desire even for a future life. My consciousness began in a very humble fashion, with my body; with my body, very quietly, I hope it will end.”
― Jane Ellen Harrison, Reminiscences of a Student's Life

“Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights