Kevin Macdonald

“Because wanton or venal lips had murmured the same words to him, he only half believed in the sincerity of those he was hearing now; to a large extent they should be disregarded, he believed, because such exaggerated language must surely mask commonplace feelings: as if the soul in its fullness did not sometimes overflow into the most barren metaphors, since no one can ever tell the precise measures of his own needs, of his own ideas, of his own pain, and human language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, when what we long to do is make music that will move the stars to pity.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

“I Think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .
The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires
shall duly flame again.”
― Walt Whitman

“I exist as I am, that is enough.”
― Walt Whitman

“I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself