“The window-lights, myriads and myriads,
Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.”
Sara Teasdale (1884–1933) American writer and poet
"Evening: New York"
Flame and Shadow (1920)
The House of Dust (1916 - 1917)
“The window-lights, myriads and myriads,
Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.”
Sara Teasdale (1884–1933) American writer and poet
"Evening: New York"
Flame and Shadow (1920)
Derek Parfit book Reasons and Persons
Source: Reasons and Persons (1984), p. 281
Context: Is the truth depressing? Some may find it so. But I find it liberating, and consoling. When I believed that my existence was a further fact, I seemed imprisoned in myself. My life seemed like a glass tunnel, through which I was moving faster every year, and at the end of which there was darkness. When I changed my view, the walls of my glass tunnel disappeared. I now live in the open air. There is still a difference between my life and the lives of other people. But the difference is less. I am less concerned about the rest of my own life, and more concerned about the lives of others.
Omar Khayyám (1048–1131) Persian poet, philosopher, mathematician, and astronomer
The Rubaiyat (1120)
J. Sheridan Le Fanu book Carmilla
Variant: Thus fortified I might take my rest in peace. But dreams come through stone walls, light up dark rooms, or darken light ones, and their persons make their exists and their entrances as they please, and laugh at locksmiths.
Source: Carmilla