Anne Sexton
I was lying on the couch in my room looking out casually and I saw with shock the roof, snow lined, shining in the moonlight. When I saw that it hurt. I felt this awful pain. Does that make sense. A winter roof in the snow? There it was, beautiful and terrible. I thought I'd tell you. It made me cry.
Florence Welch
- As Far As I Could Get
I went as far as I could get, past the city and the cement, the cemetery standing still; past the mountain and the monument, the houses and the hills, past the signs and the sirens, the sinners and the saints, I went as far as I could get... Past the hallowed and the horror, the humbled and agreed, I went as far as I could get; because if I am unloved, I have unloved too.
