“Flowers only, and the moonlight-coloured May.”— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “The Waves,” published c. 1931
“Perhaps she was glass. But glass is only brittle until it breaks. Then it’s sharp.”— V.E. Schwab, Vengeful
“For there are tears which still flow on, long after the eyes which shed them have been closed.”— Sylvie Germain, from Prague Noir: The Weeping Woman on the Streets of Prague
i killed a plant once because i gave
it too much water. lord, i worry
that love is violence.— José Olivarez, from “Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,” Citizen Illegal
“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”— William Goldman
“And I say to myself: A moon will rise from my darkness. وأَقول لنفسِي: سَيطلعُ مِن عَتْمَتِي قَمَر.”— Mahmoud Darwish (via arab-quotes)
