“How lovely her face was, how otherworldly; In her cool and clear eyes swam a knowing sorrow; these eyes seemed to have already suffered nearly all imaginable harm and said yes to it. Her mouth spoke the words with difficulty and as if hindered, somewhat like speaking when a great frost has numbed one’s face; but between her lips, at the corners of her mouth, the tip of her tongue, but seldom visible, was fluently at play, in opposition to her glance and voice, nothing but sweet, playful, sensuality, heartfelt desire for pleasure.”

Herman Hesse, from Steppenwolf (via violentwavesofemotion)