Lindsey

“She wanted to write about something other then love. Yet her freethinking pen seemed more adhered to her heart then to her head. A battle she never felt worth fighting.”
― Jamie Weise

“How I go to the wood

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.”
― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

“In the beginning, when the world was new and nothing had a name, my father took me to see the ice.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Hundert Jahre Einsamkeit

“The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude