Julia

“The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude. All along the white beach, up and down, there was no living thing in sight. A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling, disabled down, down to the water.”
― Kate Chopin, The Awakening

“Dark girls, fair girls were patting their hair, tying ribbons again, tucking handkerchiefs down the fronts of their bodices, smoothing marble-white gloves. And because they were all laughing it seemed to Leila that they were all lovely.”
― Katherine Mansfield, The Garden Party and Other Stories

“She would remember for ever. It even gave her a pang to see her cousin Laurie throw away the wisps of tissue paper he pulled from the fastenings of his new gloves. She would like to have kept those wisps as a keepsake, as a remembrance.”
― Katherine Mansfield, The Garden Party and Other Stories

“These moments seem so long, the lightly waiting as, before falling asleep, you have to invite a dream to come.”
― Fleur Jaeggy, Sweet Days of Discipline