The Zephyr team of Dogtown.
She was beautiful. One got the impression that she was following phantoms; she was consumed by shivering sensations of eternally pursuing something unattainable. Something about her was tear-streaming; she existed in the midst of unconsciousness. And she could only be seen not by those who ceased looking but rather by those who absolutely exhausted it.
—Katherine Mansfield, The Collected Stories Of Katherine Mansfield (via violentwavesofemotion)
I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at my injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
—Catherine Earnshaw, Wuthering Heights (via arosary)