Whoever has no house now will not build one
Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long
will stay up, read, write long letters,
and wander the avenues, up and down,
restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.
from Autumn Day, Rainer Marie Rilke
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.
- Great Expectations (via 12lettres
I daresay you think me eccentric, or supersensitive, or something absurd. Well—why should I suffer for what I was born to be, if it doesn’t hurt other people?
Jude the Obscure, Thomas Hardy
He felt she was treating him cruelly, though he could not quite say in what way. Her very helplessness seemed to make her so much stronger than he.
Jude the Obscure, Thomas Hardy.
I saw a star slide down the sky,
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too burning and too quick to hold,
Too lovely to be bought or sold,
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
The Falling Star, Sara Teasdale