Micha

“In my mind are all the tides, their seasons, their ebbs and their flows. In my mind are all the halls, the endless procession of them, the intricate pathways. When this world becomes too much for me, when I grow tired of the noise and the dirt and the people, I close my eyes and I name a particular vestibule to myself; then I name a hall.”
― Susanna Clarke, Piranesi

“Empty out the darkness that has accumulated at the bottom of your heart, all the words you refuse to say. Your heart is not a well to poison; remember that. When the secrets become too heavy to carry, whisper them to the wind to be whisked away.”
― Nikita Gill, Where Hope Comes From: Poems of Resilience, Healing, and Light

“If I'm a little late, don't go before I get there, will you?"
"Would you like to carry my books home?"
"Yes," said Cal.
She looked at him long, full in the eyes, until he wanted to drop his gaze, and then she walked away toward her class.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“May your Paths be safe, your Floors unbroken and may the House fill your eyes with Beauty.”
― Susanna Clarke, Piranesi