Lover of film, fantasy, magic, literature, singer songwriters & a song of Ice and Fire.[Gryffindor, INFJ]
"The body shuts down when it has too much to bear; goes its own way quietly inside, waiting for a better time, leaving you numb and half alive.”
— Jeanette Winterson
"The red leaves take the green leaves’ place, and the landscape yields. We go to sleep with the peach in our hands and wake with the stone, but the stone is the pledge of summers to come.”
— Emily Dickinson, The Letters of Emily Dickinson
"Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived, and it’s noon with its merciless light, and every spot and pore and wrinkle and bristle stands clear.”
— Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin
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