Dead people Quote by Tomas Tranströmer

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the…

— Emily Bronte

“The pleasures of my life here are simple – simple, inexpensive and democratic. A warm hill of Marmande tomatoes on a roadside vendor’s stall.…

— William Boyd

“Outside the window, there slides past that unimaginable and deserted vastness where night is coming on, the sun declining in ghastly blood-streaked splendour like…

— Angela Carter

“ Outside, the Air was Alert and Bright and Hot... She could see the pattern of the cross-stitch flowers from the blue cross-stitch counterpane…

— Arundhati Roy

“That's my Middle West-not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth, and the…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Now hear me. Before the end, you will pluck snowdrops at midwinter, die by your own choosing, and weep for a nightingale.”

— Katherine Arden

“At daybreak, my face still turned to the wall, and before I had seen above the big window-curtains what shade of colour the first…

— Marcel Proust

“on a bike ride through the Surrey Lanes, pedalling in my cotton dress through the hot fields blushing with poppies, freewheeling down a sudden…

— Chris Cleave

“When, on a summer evening, the melodious sky growls like a tawny lion, and everyone is complaining of the storm, it is the memory…

— Marcel Proust

“You are my song, my dark blue dream Of doves, of winter's drowsy drone, And sleighs that slow and golden go Through gray blue…

— Velimir Khlebnikov

“Forgoing eternally, sir, such things as, for example: two fresh-shorn lambs bleat in a new-mown field; four parallel blind-cast linear shadows creep across a…

— George Saunders

“Before the end, you will pluck snowdrops at midwinter, die by your own choosing, and weep for a nightingale.”

— Katherine Arden