(Ravic speaking of a butterfly caught in the Louvre) In the morning it would search for flowers and life and the light honey of blossoms and would not find them and later it would fall asleep on millennial marble, weakened by then, until the grip of the delicate, tenacious feet loosened and it fell, a thin leaf of premature autumn.
Erich Maria RemarqueCome let me kiss you. Life was never so precious as today— when it meant so little.
Erich Maria RemarqueWith blinded eyes I stared at the sky, this grey, endless sky of a crazy god, who had made life and death for his amusement.
Erich Maria Remarque