Not as a star But I’m warning you, this is my last existence. Not as a swallow, not as a maple, not as a cat-tail and not as a star. Anna Akhmatova, The Elements of Typographic Style deathzen
My own beauty reflected The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected." Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist Narcissus and Goldmund beautyego