Quotes

When it comes, you’ll be dreaming…

When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark. Only a death like that. A rose could prick you harder, I suppose; you’d feel more terror at the sound of petals falling […]

‘Tis done:—the soul hath left its soft abode;…

‘Tis done:—the soul hath left its soft abode; How pale the cheek where warmth and beauty glow’d!… Say, does thy soul with dazzling glories bright, Exult and ‘spatiate in the fields of light?… Such sweetness lost demands a parting tear… The gen’rous wish, the feeling soul was thine. Lamented stroke! O lost so late, so […]