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(...) bright May shone unclouded over the bold hills and beautiful woodland out of doors. [The] garden, too, glowed with flowers: hollyhocks had sprung up tall as trees, lilies had opened, tulips and roses were in bloom; (...)

Charlotte Bronte, from Jane Eyre

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my love was always woven with leaving

W.S. Merwin, from Variations To The Accompaniment Of A Cloud in “Garden Time"

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Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.

Stevie Smith, from Not Waving But Drowning in “Poetry Foundation”

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(...) her heart clutched again with the pain of loss, as if an old, half-healed wound had been struck.

Ruth Ware, from The Death Of Mrs Westaway

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spring journeys and their eoching good-byes

W.S. Merwin, from Ripe Seeds Falling in “Garden Time"

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(...) the flowers smelt so sweet as the dew fell; it was such a pleasant evening, so serene, so warm; (...)

Charlotte Bronte, from Jane Eyre

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There are spirits that come back to us when we have grown into another age we recognize them just as they leave us we remember them when we cannot hear them

W.S. Merwin, from Voices Over Water in “Garden Time"

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Today, mid-February where the wind is full of snow that will not fall, (...)

Joanna Klink, from Wonder Of Birds in “Raptus”

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Kiss it goodbye, the body that was once yours. It's off and running, it's rolled in furs, it's dancing or bleeding out in a meadow. You didn't need it anyway, it attracted too much attention. Better with only a shadow. Someone wants your shadow.

Margaret Atwood, from Shadow in “Dearly: New Poems"

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(...) what a punishing business it is, simply being alive.

Sarah Waters, from The Little Stranger

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the ghosts go in under the walnut trees older than anyone I remember they were standing there long before I was born and now as the daylight fills the hollow rows the old trees gather the shadow under themselves to guard all day for the dark queen

W.S. Merwin, from Morning Near The End Of May in “Garden Time"

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There were bowls of flowers on every table, late-summer roses and bronze chrysanthemums.

Sarah Waters, from The Little Stranger

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(...) I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. Probably not even real.

Mark Z. Danielewski, from House Of Leaves

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(...) soon it'll be spring, and everything will look different then, (...)

Sarah Waters, from The Little Stranger

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(...) memories of wind, and trees, and sun on the grass, and such forgotten things.

J.R.R. Tolkien, from The Fellowship Of The Ring

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Last night I heard noises. I thought there was something at the door, something scratching, wanting to get in. Then I realised that the noise was inside me, that the thing that was scratching was inside me, trying to get out.

Sarah Waters, from The Little Stranger

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December. This heart full of tears and of night.

Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1942-1951 [translated by Justin O'Brien]

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Sedition is in the air. Betrayal is in the future. (...) What is the body anyway but a stranger bringing news of somewhere else?

Eavan Boland, from Formation in “Domestic Violence: Poems”

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(...) tonight the landscape is fired by moonlight ... it is covered by patches of snow and the frozen whistle of the air . . . and I am thinking of you (...)

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters

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Something's burning somewhere, or did burn, once. A torn silk veil, a yellowing letter: I'm dying here. Love on a skewer, a heart in flames.

Margaret Atwood, from Frida Kahlo, San Miguel, Ash Wednesday in “Dearly: New Poems"

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