“Love will not come to me again. I’ll vegetate like a plant in a cellar, without light.” — Eliza Granville Copy Share Image
“...soon I shall go from here and everything that I have seen or heard, felt, smelled, tasted, enjoyed, loved, will be extinguished and forgotten.… — Eliza Granville Copy Share Image
“Fear of dying brings humans the greatest pain. Death is implicit in every form of joy. Of course, it also brings the end of… — Eliza Granville Copy Share Image
“People often lose their names. Names fall into holes or get eaten by wild animals. Sometimes they’re carried away by the wind.” — Eliza Granville Copy Share Image
“All they see is madness. It’s the same with the other men. They see my situation, not me.” — Eliza Granville Copy Share Image
“I’d give you – if I thought one day you might return my feelings …” — Eliza Granville Copy Share Image
“Why do you assume I'm human? I wasn't born; I was created just like this. First I was an idea. Then I came into… — Eliza Granville Copy Share Image
“...and the worse the memory, the stronger its stranglehold on the present.” — Eliza Granville Copy Share Image
“Love will not come to me again. I’ll vegetate like a plant in a cellar, without light.” — Eliza Granville Copy Share Image
“Books; I repeat, for they've not only been a solace during the long years but also provided the keys to understanding other people's ideas… — Eliza Granville Copy Share Image
“All the soul cares about is experiencing every variety of pain this world can offer. Souls are so greedy for pain they don't care… — Eliza Granville Copy Share Image
