“Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.” HeartEyeFallPeaceHoursHalfHairLoversMy HeartBeatsLonelyBelovedBreastsTwilightDrowningHeart Beat Book:The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats
“There's only one way for an individual to remain upright, not to fall to pieces, not to sink into the mire of self-oblivionorself-contempt. That's calmly to turn away from everything, to say, "Enough!" and, folding one's useless arms across one's empty breast, to retain the ultimate, the sole attainable virtue, the virtue of recognizing one's own insignificance.” WaySelfEnoughTurnsFallIndividualVirtuePiecesArmsEmptyUltimateOne WayUselessBreastsPessimismContemptSoleRecognizingRenunciationInsignificanceFolding Author:Ivan Turgenev
“O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!” LongFallMemoriesGrowingBuildingSeparationBreastsMansionsNo Memory Book:The plays and poems of William Shakspeare Source: The plays and poems of William Shakspeare