"Then the brief,  bright melody ceased for a while,  and the silence and darkness linked hands once more."

Edwardes

"Chatter deafens:  it turns everything into nonsense,  intoxicates you,  makes you lose your head.

It is always there on all sides,  overflowing,  running everywhere,  in all directions."

​Gros

                                                       "for here

reaching towards her it seemed was a

shadow cast by nothing

                                             'other 

                                                           'than

​the darkness itself."

​Danielewski

"An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself." 

​Dickens

"The lough waters

Can petrify wood:

Old oars and posts

Over the years

Harden their grain,

Incarcerate ghosts

Of sap and season."

​Heaney

​

"There is a shyness at the core of existence, a hesitance to be seen. 

The world reveals itself only when you submit to it, when you consent

simply to being here, in the quiet. And so you pause now, and breathe,

and let the flickering leaflight burn you away."

​Baber

"Bone-spur, stirrup of veins —white colt

a tree, sapling bone again, worn to a splinter..."

Zarin

​

"A close resemblance like one dream to another

As I gaze on them, I begin to wonder

From which side of the river I watch . . ."

​Tada

"Alone, but this river must flow;

I remember, you were not mine,

you were never mine to lose."

​JK

"Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again."

​McCarthy