“The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
“Look: the trees exist; the houses we dwell in stand there stalwartly.
Only we pass by it all, like a rush of air.
And everything conspires to keep quiet about us, half out of shame perhaps, half out of some secret hope.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies