Like a cold dark dream sometimes

* "Is it true," she said, "that England is like a dream? Because one of my friends who married an Englishman wrote and told me so. She said this place London is like a cold dark dream sometimes. I want to wake up.

* "I will be a different person when I live in England and different things will happen to me (...). They say frost makes flower patterns on the window panes. I must know more than I know already. For I know that house where I will be cold and not belonging, the bed I shall lie in has red curtains and I have slept there many times before, long ago. In that bed I will dream the end of my dream. But my dream had nothing to do with England and I must not think like this."

* "England," said Christophine (...) "you think there is such a place? (...) Besides I ask myself is this place like they tell us? Some say one thing, some different, I hear it cold to freeze your bones and they thief your money, clever like the devil. You have money in your pocket, you look again and bam! No money. Why you want to go to this cold thief place? If there is this place at all, I never see it, that is one thing sure."

Wide Sargasso Sea (1966), Jean Rhys

To forgive and forget myself

Ten miles I've walked today
Along the shore
I saw your ghost again
The seasoning and the birds gather to go
And I laid down on the top of a cliff
Confessed my sins into the wind

Good Lord, what a beautiful day
For untravelling, unravelling this heavy heart away
To forgive and forget myself
And my enemies
My bruises washed away