"Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return."
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
"The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof."
— Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
"There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in."
Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems, 1956-1968 (via feellng)
This brings to mind a memory that tugs on my heart more than a little. But these “happysad” memories seem to be both crack and light all at once - a reminder that something so special could have disappeared, just like that, mixed with the joy of having experienced something so special at all, even for a short time. Yeah, mostly light.
"Where there is great love there are always miracles."
"I have always loved the beach. The smell of the salty water, the wind in my face, the gentle roar of the waves all combine to create a sense of peace and calm."