Love, as most know, follows its own timeline. Disregarding our intentions or well rehearsed plans. ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender. (Candlewick March 25, 2014)
Letting my sorrow flow free and sweet. — Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time Volume 2: In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower or Within a Budding Grave (Penguin Classics; Reprint edition January 25, 2005) Originally published 1919.
The river is now. This moment. This breath between us. The space between your heartbeats. The moment before you blink. The instant a thought flashes through your mind. It is everything that is around us. Life. Energy. Flowing, endlessly flowing, carrying you from then…to now…to tomorrow. Listen: you can hear the music of it. Of… Continue reading Lisa Mangum
I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.” ― Jess C. Scott, The Devilin Fey. (jessINK May 27, 2010)
Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition. — Ann Aguirre, Blue Diablo. (Roc; Reprint edition April 7, 2009)
What was it about us, as humans, that drove us to make apologies for beautiful things? ― Nenia Campbell, Cease and Desist. (Kindle Edition October 30th 2015)
There is a certain amount of kindness, just as there is a certain amount of light,” he continued in measured tones. “We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do… Continue reading E. M. Forster