Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
— William Wordsworth
We are pieces of ancient Earth, bits of sacred story soaked in intellect and dirt.
— Oak Chezar
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief, and unspeakable love.
— Rumi
You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures.
— Arthur Rimbaud