"Idylle", Eduard Lebiedzki (1862 – 1915), Austrian " Her flexuous and stealthy figure became an integral part of the scene. At times her whimsical fancy would intensify natural process around her till they seemed a part of her own story. Rather they became a part of it; for the world is only a psychological phenomenon, and what they seemed they were. The midnight airs and gusts, moaning amongst the tightly-wrapped buds and bark of the winter twigs, were formulae of bitter rep

"I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her egoism, her perverseness, her demoniac destrucitveness."

"There are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.” ― "Anna Karenina", Leo Tolstoy

"Through the great darkness that would come, she saw the gleam of another, gentler sun, and she sensed the fragrance of the herbs... "