"Hers was a twilight world, where the moon floated up over the trees at night like a tremulous balloon of silver light and the bluish rays wavered through the leaves outside her window, quivering in fluid patterns on the wallpaper of her room. The very air was mildly opaque, and forms wavered and blended one with the other. The wind blew in gentle, capricious gusts, now here, now there, coming from the sea or from the rose garden (she could tell by the scent of water or of flowers)."
— Sylvia Plath
"Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of my own moods, I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you."
— Friedrich Nietzsche
"He felt he was himself and did not want to be otherwise. He only wanted to be better than he had been before."
— Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
"What a face this girl possessed!—Could I neither die then nor gaze at her face every day, I would need to recreate it through painting or sculpture, or through fatherhood, until a second such face could be born."
— Roman Payne, The Wanderess
"Most of the cruelty in the world is just misplaced energy."
— Zadie Smith, On Beauty