Quote:
"It appears to me impossible that I should cease to exist, or that this active, restless spirit, equally alive to joy and sorrow, should only be organised dust - ready to fly abroad the moment the spring snaps, or the spark goes out, which kept it together. Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable - and life is more than a dream."
Mary Wollstonecraft, Short Residence in Sweden, Norway, and Denmark.
^ A plea from the soul for the existence of the spirit. And:
Quote:
“I have a notion that, at big fires, a moment of extreme suspense can sometimes occur, when the jets of water slacken off, the firemen no longer climb, no one moves a muscle. Without a sound, a high black wall of masonry cants over up above, the fire blazing behind it, and, without a sound, leans, about to topple. Everyone stands waiting, shoulders tensed, faces drawn in around their eyes, for the terrible crash. That is how the silence is here."
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge.
^ Just heavy with atmosphere and dread.