[tove jansson em moominland midwinter] "now come spring, but not at all as he had imagined its coming. he had thought that it would deliver him from a strange and hostile world, but now it was simply a continuation of his new experiences, of something he had already conquered and made his own"

[edith wharton em summer] "she was blind and insensible to many things, and dimly knew it; but to all that was light and air, perfume and colour, every drop of blood in her responded. she loved the roughness of the dry mountain grass under her palms, the smell of the thyme into which she crushed her face, the fingering of the wind in her hair and through her cotton blouse, and the creak of the larches as they swayed to it"

[colette em a ingênua libertina] "antoine e minne, sozinhos na sala de jantar cheia de sons, comem de pé, perto da janela fechada, e olham melancólicos a chuva cair. fina e compacta, ela foge em direção ao leste, em véus que se movem lentamente, como o tecido flutuante de um vestido de gaze. (...) minne, com o dedo mínimo espetado no ar, segura uma fatia menor, que se esquece de comer para procurar, ao longe, através da chuva, além dos morros redondos, algo que não se sabe o que é..."