“ Cry no tears for us, my friend.” I pry at her fingers, panicking to be released in fear that she may drag me into death with her. She croaks again, “Lend no aches to the dreams of yesterday.” From the… Nathan Reese Maher
“ He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. Laura Kinsale
“ And in the night you realize, when you wake out of a dream, overcome and captivated by the enchantment of visions that crowd in on each other, just how fragile a handhold, how tenuous a boundary separ… Erich Maria Remarque
“ Beauty is a thing of might and dread.Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us. Kahlil Gibran
