#friendship

Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When love strikes someone like lightning, so powerful and intense it can’t be denied. It’s beautiful and messy, cracking a chest open and spilling their soul out for the world to see. It turns a person inside out, and there’s no going back from it. Once the thunderbolt hits, your life is irrevocably changed. ↗

— J.M. Darhower

#love #love-at-first-sight #beauty

And I'll dance with you in Vienna, I'll be wearing a river's disguise. The hyacinth wild on my shoulder my mouth on the dew of your thighs. And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty, my cheap violin and my cross. ↗

— Leonard Cohen

#love #memory #music #beauty

Writing is a job, a talent, but it's also the place to go in your head. It is the imaginary friend you drink your tea with in the afternoon. ↗

— Ann Patchett

#imagination #tea #writing #beauty

We've had a beautiful friendship, Diana. We've never marred it by one quarrel or coolness or unkind word; and I hope it will always be so. But things can't be quite the same after this. You'll have other interests. I'll just be on the outside. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#l-m-montgomery #beauty

It's much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#endings #friendship #growing-up #life #change

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. ↗

— William Penn

#deathly-hallows #friendship #death

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that. ↗

— Ally Condie

#friendship #growing-up #change

Of course it hurt that we could never love each other in a physical way. We would have been far more happy if we had. But that was like the tides, the change of seasons--something immutable, an immovable destiny we could never alter. No matter how cleverly we might shelter it, our delicate friendship wasn't going to last forever. We were bound to reach a dead end. That was painfully clear. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#friendships #relationships #change

Be slow in choosing a friend, slower in changing. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#changing #choosing #friend #slow #slower

The Amoeba?" she asked Aiden. "The gang," he said, tossing his hand to indicate all around. "My people. A large amorphous mass that keeps on changing size, hasn't much apparent use, sometimes makes you sick, and occasionally breaks off into smaller parts that act exactly like the parent. ↗

— Annette Curtis Klause

#change