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  • #1
    Sarah Dessen
    “Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.”
    Sarah Dessen, Someone Like You

  • #2
    Osamu Dazai
    “Mine has been a life of much shame. I can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.”
    Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

  • #3
    Mary  Stewart
    “I doubt if there are many normal women who can resist looking at houses. I believe, in fact, that when a house is up for sale more than half the people who look over it are not prospective buyers, but merely ladies who cannot resist exploring someone else's house.”
    Mary Stewart, The Stormy Petrel

  • #4
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Houses are like people - some you like and some you don't like - and once in a while there is one you love.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Emily Climbs

  • #5
    Ray Bradbury
    “That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.”
    Ray Bradbury

  • #6
    Robert Browning
    “Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.”
    Robert Browning

  • #7
    Helen Bevington
    “The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.”
    Helen Bevington, When Found, Make a Verse of

  • #8
    Stephen  King
    “The wind makes you ache is some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die - migrate or die.”
    Stephen King

  • #9
    Augusten Burroughs
    “There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody.”
    Augusten Burroughs

  • #10
    Bianca Sparacino
    “Are you happy?” “In all honesty? No. But I am curious – I am curious in my sadness, and I am curious in my joy. I am everseeking, everfeeling. I am in awe of the beautiful moments life gives us, and I am in awe of the difficult ones. I am transfixed by grief, by growth. It is all so stunning, so rich, and I will never convince myself that I cannot be somber, cannot be hurt, cannot be overjoyed. I want to feel it all – I don’t want to cover it up or numb it. So no, I am not happy. I am open, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
    Bianca Sparacino, Seeds Planted in Concrete

  • #11
    Donald Miller
    “And if these mountains had eyes, they would wake to find two strangers in their fences, standing in admiration as a breathing red pours its tinge upon earth's shore. These mountains, which have seen untold sunrises, long to thunder praise but stand reverent, silent so that man's weak praise should be given God's attention.”
    Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts: Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road

  • #12
    “I like the mountains because they make me feel small,' Jeff says. 'They help me sort out what's important in life.”
    Mark Obmascik, Halfway to Heaven: My White-knuckled--and Knuckleheaded--Quest for the Rocky Mountain High

  • #13
    Sanober  Khan
    “my love
    for you
    will always be
    like a mountain stream.

    quiet.
    persistent.
    continuous.”
    Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

  • #14
    William Wordsworth
    “Therefore am I still / A lover of the meadows and the woods, / And mountains; and of all that we behold / From this green earth; of all the mighty world / Of eye and ear, both what they half create / And what perceive; well pleased to recognize / In nature and the language of the sense, / The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse/ The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul / Of all my moral being.”
    William Wordsworth, Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey



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