“In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”— Albert Camus, amazon.com
“I am a broken bell jar. I am Plath preheating the oven. I am all the things I once feared. Mostly, I am nothing.”— Anonymous, speaking-secrets.tumblr.com
“My skin wears winter so well - I liberated anonymity from my fingers the moment it asked and still, the cold slept quietly beneath my palms.”— Orooj-e-Zafar, sulacollective.com