#long

The patterns are simple, but followed together, they make for a whole that is wiser than the sum of its parts. Go for a walk; cultivate hunches; write everything down, but keep your folders messy; embrace serendipity; make generative mistakes; take on multiple hobbies; frequent coffeehouses and other liquid networks; follow the links; let others build on your ideas; borrow, recycle; reinvent. Build a tangled bank. ↗

— Steven Johnson

#innovation #life-long-learning #living-life #open-mindedness #opportunity

The great systems that inform the world about the truth and life invariably claim to be absolutely truthful and well-balanced. In reality they are quaking bridges built out of yearning. ↗

— Peter Høeg

#belief #bridges #certainty #fear #life

[I]t doesn’t matter whom you love or where you move from or to, you always take yourself with you. If you don’t know who you are, or if you’ve forgotten or misplaced her, then you’ll always feel as if you don’t belong. Anywhere. (xiii) ↗

— Sarah Breathnach

#life #love #place #self-awareness #self-knowledge

The loneliest days are the ones where you keep company with someone you love who can’t hear you. ↗

— Holly Robinson

#longing #relationships-love #love

Even though I always came back, he said he was always watching me leave. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#leave #leaving #long-distance-love #love #relationships

You think embracing the longing while waiting for the right man is impossible? Well obviously you didn't get the memo. ↗

— Osayi Osar-Emokpae

#longing #love #relationship #love

Orito banishes all thoughts of Jacob de Zoet, and recalls Jacob de Zoet. ↗

— David Mitchell

#longing #love #love

It had been dark at the beach for hours, he hadn't been smoking much and it wasn't headlights – but before she turned away, he could swear he saw light falling on her face, the orange light just after sunset that catches a face turned to the west, watching the ocean for someone to come in on the last wave of the day, in to shore and safety. ↗

— Thomas Pynchon

#love #romantic #love

White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above; White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love. Still hangs the hedge without a gust, Still, still the shadows stay: My feet upon the moonlit dust Pursue the ceaseless way. The world is round, so travellers tell, And straight through reach the track, Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well, The way will guide one back. But ere the circle homeward hies Far, far must it remove: White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#long-journey #love #moon #moonlight #road

The memory brought back the timbre of her voice and the tickle of her hair on my chin as I put her to bed that night and the feeling of belonging to someone, mattering to someone, having someone whose first smile in the morning was for you. Someone who slipped their hand into yours when they were scared and trusted you to make them feel better. Someone who knew you, the important things about you, and loved you anyway. ↗

— Michele Jaffe

#love #love