"At the end, all that’s left of you are your possessions. Perhaps that’s why I’ve never been able to throw anything away. Perhaps that’s why I hoarded the world: with the hope that when I died, the sum total of my things would suggest a life larger than the one I lived."
— Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via theblackquill)
"For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon."
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon."
— W. B. Yeats, Selected Poems and Four Plays (via theblackquill)
