He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
(via books-n-quotes)
(via books-n-quotes)
In my motherland people kneel before wells.
In my motherland people pray to the crosses of flying birds.
A bone is a key to my people.
Among my people, only the dead
have human faces.
- Valzhyna Mort