“A star falls from the sky and into your hands. Then it seeps through your veins and swims inside your blood and becomes every part of you. And then you have to put it back into the sky. And it’s the most painful thing you’ll ever have to do and that you’ve ever done. But what’s yours is yours. Whether it’s up in the sky or here in your hands. And one day, it’ll fall from the sky and hit you in the head real hard and that time, you won’t have to put it back in the sky again.”
― C. JoyBell C.
“Une fois rentrés à l’hôtel nous nous plaisons à reconstituer sur une planche de l’armoire cette ordonnance de la pâtisserie et c’est un délice, quand nous en rouvrons la porte, de sentir la bouffée de ce chocolat qui s’épuise à petites bouchées.”
― Hervé Guibert
“There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing … The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell
“Our lives were a complex tapestry, and our woven strands were only meant to intersect at a small number of points in the time-conceived whole. An embroidered starburst, a missed warp, a complicated notion on the loom of time. We were always together, but meant to live our majorities apart, two golden threads wandering through a haunted textile life.”
― Courtney M. Privett
“Hand in hand, we head for the kiss and cry. Today, we’re going to kiss. Sometimes, we’ll cry. There’ll be broken tree branches. Misunderstandings and crash landings. It turns out all relationships are like Axels. They take a leap of faith and they have their ups and downs.
But it’s not about falling, it’s about what you do after the fall. Whatever happens, we’ll pick ourselves u. Brush ourselves off. And circle around for another attempt.”
― Katie Van Ark