“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.”
―
Kate Wrath,
Elegy
“It’s in that moment, when there’s nothing, that you find out what you were willing to forgive, and what not. Too late for that, though. Too late.”
―
Kate Wrath,
Elegy