— Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest (via englishmajorinrepair)
Until I could think there were waves rolling high as my bedroom floor;
When I stood at the window, and elm bough swept to my knees;
The blue spruce lashed like a surf at the door.
The second dawn I would not have believed:
The oak stood with each leaf stiff as a bell.
When I looked at the altered scene, my eye was undeceived,
But my ear still kept the sound of the sea like a shell."
— Theodore Roethke, “Mid-Country Blow” (via englishmajorinrepair)
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via thesearepeopleyouknow)