“For what did the creator prepare me,
Why did he so terribly contradict
The hopes of my youth?…”
Mikhail Lermontov (1814–1841) Russian writer, poet and painter
"My future is in darkness..." (1837)
Poems
Source: Frankenstein
“For what did the creator prepare me,
Why did he so terribly contradict
The hopes of my youth?…”
Mikhail Lermontov (1814–1841) Russian writer, poet and painter
"My future is in darkness..." (1837)
Poems
“But I killed you,” Alyss said. “Did you?” Red turned to The Cat. “Why wasn’t I informed?”
Frank Beddor book The Looking Glass Wars
Source: The Looking Glass Wars
Suzanne Collins Gregor and the Curse of the Warmbloods
Source: Gregor and the Curse of the Warmbloods
Anna Akhmatova (1889–1966) Russian modernist poet
Poem without a Hero (1963)
Context: This means that gravestones are fragile
and granite is softer than wax.
Absurd, absurd, absurd! From such absurdity
I shall soon turn gray
or change into another person.
Why do you beckon me with your hand?
For one moment of peace
I would give the peace of the tomb.