“It wasn't really touching to be young; it was touching not to be young, because you had less of life left. Touching to be thirty; more touching to be forty; tragic to be fifty; and heartbreaking to be sixty. As to seventy, as to eighty, one would feel as one did during the last dance of a ball, tired but fey in the paling dawn, desperately making the most of each bar of music before one went home to bed.” FeelsHomeLastsYoungLeftBedMusic IsBallsTiredBarsDawnThirtyFiftyTragicFortyTouchingSixtySeventiesEightyHeartbreakingBe YoungFeyLast Dance Author:Rose Macaulay
“I am secretly afraid of animals.... I think it is because of the usness in their eyes, with the underlying not-usness which beliesit, and is so tragic a reminder of the lost age when we human beings branched off and left them: left them to eternal inarticulateness and slavery. Why? their eyes seem to ask us.” ThinkingHumansSeemsEyeAgeAsksLostLeftHuman BeingsAnimalEternalSlaveryTragicReminders Author:Edith Wharton