#long

What, I sometimes wonder, would it be like if I lived in a country where winter is a matter of a few chilly days and a few weeks' rain; where the sun is never far away, and the flowers bloom all year long? ↗

— Anna Neagle

#bloom #chilly #country #days #far

One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#live #longer #possible #proudly #should

There is always going to be a hill that you have to move to get to the other side ↗

— hanna montana

#life

Science knows no country, because knowledge belongs to humanity, and is the torch which illuminates the world. ↗

— Louis Pasteur

#belongs #country #humanity #illuminates #knowledge

Taggle, meanwhile, made himself popular, killing rats and bringing a rabbit into camp every evening, preening in the praise - silently, thank god, though at night, he recounted choice bits to Kate: "Rye Baro says I am a princeling; he split the leg bone for me so that I could eat the marrow. They love me. And I'm sure they'll keep you, too." Mira, she thought, and treasured it each time she heard it, They must keep me. Family. ↗

— Erin Bow

#belonging #boasting #hope #longing #talking-animals

By remaining constrained in one's environment or country or family, one has little chance of being other than the original prescription. By leaving, one gains a perspective, a distance of both space and time, which is essential for writing about family or home, in any case. ↗

— Rabih Alameddine

#family #home #life #writing #family

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody. ↗

— Robert Burns

#heartbreak #longing #love #unrequited-love #love

You see how it is godlike to love the being of someone. Your existence is a delight to us. I hope you never have to long for a child as I did, but oh, what a splendid thing it has been that you came finally, and what a blessing to enjoy you now for almost seven years. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#longing #love #parenthood #love

And, at such a time, for a few of us there will always be a tugging at the heart—knowing a precious moment had gone and we not there. We can ask and ask but we can’t have again what once seemed ours for ever—the way things looked, that church alone in the fields, a bed on belfry floor, a remembered voice, a loved face. They’ve gone and you can only wait for the pain to pass. ↗

— J.L. Carr

#melancholy #wisdom #love

It was unfair that people who longed for love the most, searched the hardest for it, found it so elusive. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#hard #long #love #love