Vocabularies are crossing circles and loops. We are defined by the lines we choose to cross or to be confined by.
A.S. Byatt, Possession 

The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
Virginia Woolf

in spite of everything
which breathes and move, since Doom
(with white longest hands
neatening each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds

—before leaving my room
i turn,and(stooping
through the morning)kiss
this pillow,dear
where our heads lived and were.

e.e. cummings 

We two remake our world by naming it / Together, knowing what words mean for us / And for the others for whom current coin / Is cold speech—but we say, the tree, the pool / And see the fire in air, the sun, our sun, / Anybody’s sun, the world’s sun, but here, now / Particularly our sun …And if we cannot make our sun / Stand still, yet we will make him run
A.S. Byatt, Possession

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The past and present wilt—I have fill’d them, emptied them / And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.
Whitman, “Song of Myself”, Leaves of Grass, 51

The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.
Thoreau, Walden

If we weren’t unanimous / about keeping our lives so much in motion, / if we could do nothing for once, / perhaps a great silence would / interrupt this sadness, / this never understanding ourselves / and threatening ourselves with death, / perhaps the earth is teaching us
when everything seems to be dead / and then everything is alive. / Now I will count to twelve /
and you keep quiet and I’ll go.

Pablo Neruda, from “Keeping Quiet”