"People with dark souls have nothing but dark dreams. People with really dark souls do nothing but dream."
— Haruki Murakami

"[…] and I sank beneath the amorous sadness of night."
— Arthur Rimbaud, from “Deserts of Love (I),” Rimbaud Complete, transl. by Wyatt Mason

"And what sorrow, and coldness. I feel as if I carried inscribed over me: my past killed me."
— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. 1, 1931-1934

"Grapefruit mornings and summer sundresses;
the way the warmth
washes over us in the grass.
I am drinking the sky
and lacing my fingers through yours.
My soul
might finally know rest."
— Schuyler Peck, Grapefruit and Sundresses

"I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end."
— Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing In America

"The demand to be loved is the greatest kind of arrogance."
— Friedrich Nietzsche

"BAKKHAI : But
Death will discipline him.
Death takes no excuse."
— Euripides, Bakkhai (tr. by Anne Carson)

"You are made of wildflowers and sunlight; wandering is etched into your soul."
— awinterlion

"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."
— Edvard Munch