“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
“Come a little bit closer, hear what I have to say. Just like children sleeping, we could dream this night away… Because I’m still in love with you, on this harvest moon.”
Harvest Moon, Neil Young
*New-Favourite-Song-Alert*, well a rather old song that is probably also my father’s favourite song, but I can’t get it out of my head.
“If you stumble about believability, what are you living for? Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?”
Yann Martel, Life of Pi
I just really liked the concepts and ideas behind this; putting hope into things when they seem tough.
“I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.”
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
Missing lots of people and incredibly excited to be making plans to see some of them soon!
“Some folks arrive into our lives and depart footprints on our hearts and we are in no way ever the very same.”
This is something I’ve realised more often recently. There are people who I have known for years and years and they have inevitably changed me and my life and equally, there are people who I haven’t know for quite as long but they have changed me and my perspectives and feelings nontheless.
“The Portuguese call it “saudade”: a longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. Love affairs, miseries of life, the way things were, people already dead, those who left and the ocean that tossed them on the shores of a different land – all things born of the soul that can only be felt.”
Anthony De Sa, Barnacle Love
I don’t think I’ve ever come across a word for this in any of the languages I know.