Art is recuperation from time. I lie back convalescing upon the prospect of a harvest already at hand. — R. S. Thomas Copy Share Image
Ada girl, adored girl, [...] I'm a radiant void. I'm convalescing after a long and dreadful illness. You cried over my unseemly… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I’m a radiant void. I’m convalescing after a long and dreadful illness…I cannot brood over broken hearts, mine is too recently mended… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image