#nat

I am not staying with the murderer," she said, her words muffled by his jacket. "I am not staying with the victim Abel Tannatek or the culprit Abel Tannatek. I am staying with the storyteller. ↗

— Antonia Michaelis

#anna-leemann #love #love

That was how she saw the storyteller for the last time - in an absolutely silent world, in a staircase. He'd hit his target. When she fell into darkness, she knew that she would never see him again. She'd love him to the very end. ↗

— Antonia Michaelis

#anna-and-abel #anna-leemann #love #silent #love

... there's a silent voice in the wilderness that we hear only when no one else is around. When you go far, far beyond, out across the netherlands of the Known, the din of human static slowly fades away, over and out. ↗

— Rob Schultheis

#nature #peace #wild #wilderness #love

Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined future, of being carried away in streams of promise by a love or a passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convinced that even the smallest particle of the surrounding world was charged with purpose of impossible grandeur; ah, yes, and one would look up into the trees and be thrilled by the wind- loosened river of pale, gold foliage cascading down and by the high, melodious singing of countless birds; those moments, so many and so long ago, still come back, but briefly, like fireflies in the perfumed heat of summer night. ↗

— Mark Strand

#nostalgia #poetry #regret #imagination

A soft mist blew around them. Raindrops glistened in his hair, shimmering under the pale glow of the light post. His eyes were shadowed beneath wispy fringes, but the silver in them glinted like pools of liquid mercury. Her breath caught. It must have made a sound because his fingers tightened. His shaky exhale whispered across her face. “This,” he whispered so quietly she almost didn’t hear him. “Is why you are so bad for me. ↗

— Airicka Phoenix

#dangerous-games #mystery-suspense #passionate-love #thriller #young-adult

Our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#love

When nations resort to arms, the human spirit is like a bird that cannot stand to hear its own song. ↗

— Phoenix Desmond

#love #nature #peace #spiritual #spirituality

i love to mingle with wild nature, because i am a part of it ↗

— Rini Elvirawaty

#love

The fiery tickle of outrage burned up her throat. “How the hell would you know that when you never gave me a chance?” Something dark and scorching flickered behind his eyes. “Because no other girl has ever made me want to forget all my own rules for them. ↗

— Airicka Phoenix

#dangerous-games #mystery-suspense #passionate-love #thriller #young-adult

Staring at my outstretched pinky questioningly his perfect lips twitched into a smile. Pinky promise? ↗

— Natalie Valdes

#natalie-valdes #pinky-promise #smile #together-foreve #love