This confirms I need to get my ass back to NYC…
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me when you sleep. And there are no words for that.
The cure for anything is saltwater: sweat, tears or the sea. — Isak Dinesen
I feel incredibly lucky to enjoy all of the extraordinary friendships I’ve made all over the world. I feel even more fortunate to have a home in which I can host dear friends when they come to visit my part of the world. The hardest part for me, though, is when the time comes to say goodbye. I love having a home full of people I love and care for, people whose company I greatly treasure, and saying goodbye has always been very difficult for me. Having my friends come to visit is amazing, but having them go back home to their pockets in the world always breaks my heart a little. Why can’t someone just stay forever?!
Lately, though, in ways she couldn’t properly explain, things had begun to change. She woke at night sometimes with an inexplicable tugging in her soul; a desire, like hunger, but for what she couldn’t say. Dissatisfaction, longing, a deep and yawning absence, but no idea of how to fill it. No idea of what it was she missed. — Kate Morton
It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn’t use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?" - Winnie The Pooh
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing. — Sylvia Plath