A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening.
If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning.
Hermann Hesse, Wandering, 1920
Monotony has nothing to do with a place;
monotony, either in its sensation or its infliction, is simply the quality of a person.
There are no dreary sights; there are only dreary sight seers.
G. K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions, 1911
Earth laughs in flowers
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Hamatreya, 1846
Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it,
we've got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.
Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes, 1962
