νικη ηττα

“Oh draw at my heart, love,
Draw till I'm gone,
That, fallen asleep, I
Still may love on.
I feel the flow of
Death's youth-giving flood
To balsam and ether
Transform my blood --
I live all the daytime
In faith and in might
And in holy fire
I die every night.”
― Novalis, Hymns to the Night

“We are close to waking when we dream that we are dreaming.”
― Novalis, Philosophical Writings

“And now I awaken, for I am both yours and mine.”
― Novalis, Hymns to the Night

“In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.”
― Novalis