August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.
Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton
I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
The Little Prince
, Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
The Secret History
, Donna Tartt
Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun.