“She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow head, and whispered to her neighbor, "Winter is dead.""
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."- Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close And Incredibly Close
"The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions —the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitesimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling." - Samuel Taylor Coleridge