Quote by Cecilia Dart-Thornton

Speechless, castaway, and wry, a spellbound oddity am I. My feet are planted in the clay, my gaze is locked upon the sky.

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

“Brother,you who have the light, tell me mine. I am like a blind man. I go without direction and fumble along. I go under…

— Rubén Darío

“I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God,…

— John Clare

“ I Am! I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer…

— John Clare

“All was strange in a fog, buildings grew vague, human beings groped and became lost, the landmarks, the compass points, by which they navigated…

— Patrick McGrath

“your voice in this being unable to move away from my gaze things dispossess me make of me a ship on a river of…

— Alejandra Pizarnik

“Mine is the sultry sunset when the skies Tremble with strange, intolerable thunder: And at the dead of an hushed night, these eyes Draw…

— Lionel Johnson

“I wonder why the wind, even the wind doth seem To mock me now, all night, all night, and Have I strayed among the…

— Ezra Pound

“aphrodite's laughter shakes the sky”

— Erica Jong

“I walked away at a good pace, thinking it was easier to go than I had supposed it would be, and reflecting that it…

— Charles Dickens

“I love your feet because they have wandered over the earth and through the wind and water until they brought you to me.”

— Pablo Neruda

“Oh, the luxury of lying in the fern night and the grass night and the night of the susurrant, slumbrous voices weaving the night…

— Ray Bradbury