I feel like it’s time to make a new bucketlist.
Lately, though, in ways she couldn’t properly explain, things had begun to change. She woke at night sometimes with an inexplicable tugging in her soul; a desire, like hunger, but for what she couldn’t say. Dissatisfaction, longing, a deep and yawning absence, but no idea of how to fill it. No idea of what it was she missed.
— Kate Morton, The Distant Hours
If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life, as an unfailing antidote against the boredom and disenchantments of later years, the sterile preoccupation with things artificial, the alienation from the sources of our strength.
— Rachel Carson (via cdelint)
At times the world may seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe that there is much more good in it than bad
— Lemony Snicket (via ivegotyouhigh)
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, ‘The Sensible Thing’ (via quotewhore)
Ask her what she craved, and she’d get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom.
— Nightwoods - Charles Frazier (via thenovembersnow)
(Source: thedeepestnight)
You will hear thunder and remember me,
and think: she wanted storms.
— Anna Akhmatova (via creatingaquietmind)
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