#rave

Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#juliette-ferrars #unravel-me #rain

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it. ↗

— Colum McCann

#travel #afterlife

People are often frightened of Parisians, but an American in Paris will find no harsher critic than another American. ↗

— David Sedaris

#paris

When we teach ourselves and our children discipline, we are teaching them and ourselves how to suffer and also how to grow. ↗

— M. Scott Peck

#discipline

There are four things you need to know about war. One, every action requires careful tactics. Two, never lose hope and fight only for what is right. Three, be brave but you don't have to be fearless. And four, be willing to sacrifice. ↗

— Courtney Allison Moulton

#careful #right #sacrifice #war #fearless

I told her about the best and the worst. The slow and sleepy places where weekdays rolled past like weekends and Mondays didn’t matter. Battered shacks perched on cliffs overlooking the endless, rumpled sea. Afternoons spent waiting on the docks, swinging my legs off a pier until boats rolled in with crates full of oysters and crayfish still gasping. Pulling fishhooks out of my feet because I never wore shoes, playing with other kids whose names I never knew. Those were the unforgettable summers. There were outback towns where you couldn’t see the roads for red dust, grids of streets with wandering dogs and children who ran wild and swam naked in creeks. I remembered climbing ancient trees that had a heartbeat if you pressed your ear to them. Boomboom-boomboom. Dreamy nights sleeping by the campfire and waking up covered in fine ash, as if I’d slept through a nuclear holocaust. We were wanderers, always with our faces to the sun. ↗

— Vikki Wakefield

#town #traveling #wanderer #love

Pardon me, but there’s someone on the phone who says they have a call for you.” There’s a call to tell me I have a call?” he asked with heavy skepticism. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#destined #early #grave #skepticism

The paradox of love is that to have it is to want to preserve it because it's perfect in the moment but that preservation is impossible because the perfection is only ever an instant passed through. Love like travel is a series of moments that we immediately leave behind. Still we try to hold on and embalm against all evidence and common sense proclaiming our promises and plans. The more I loved him the more I felt hope. But hope acknowledges uncertainty and so I also felt my first premonitions of loss. ↗

— Elisabeth Eaves

#love #romance #travel #love

Genuine bravery occurs when you least expect it, and when, in fact, you're quite oblivious of it.  Sometimes heroism happens when you press on; other times when you let go.  Once in a while, it happens when you do a little dance all your own. ↗

— Gerald Hausman

#heroism #heroism

If I can't stay where I am, and I can't, then I will put all that I can into the going. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#growth #resolution #bravery