“And just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as the sun strikes raindrops at a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky—so the space where I exist, and want to keep existing, and to be quite frank I hope I die in, is exactly this middle distance: where despair struck pure otherness and created something sublime.” WantBeautifulCertainDiesStarsSpaceSunSkyMiddleColorPureDespairMusic IsDistanceNotesStrikesFrankSublimeAngleSpace BetweenRaindropsOthernessPrisms Author:Donna Tartt
“A Murmur in the Trees - to note - Not loud enough - for Wind - A Star - not far enough to seek - Nor near enough - to find” EnoughStarsTreeWindNotesLoud Book:Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)
“Franz Kafka is dead. He died in a tree from which he wouldn't come down. "Come down!" they cried to him. "Come down! Come down!" Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. "I can't," he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. "Why?" they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. "Because then you'll stop asking for me."” SaidI CanNightSpeakStarsBlackSilenceTreeSkyDiedAskingFilledNotesCriedHistory Of LoveWistfulness Book:The History of Love: A Novel Source: The History of Love: A Novel