Enigma

by RuNyx

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world. —Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

I am unstable, sometimes melancholy, and have been called on some occasions imperious. —Mary Shelley, The Life and Letters of Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the Universe would turn to a mighty stranger. —Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. —Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray