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Isabel’s Quotes

“The dreamy days and sticky nights of summer were already calling, as if anything could happen.”
― C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House

tags: dreamy, forever-young, love, love-quotes, seasons, summer, summer-love, summer-nights

18 likes

“Well, at least this is what I told myself every day as I fell asleep with the fire still burning and the moon shining high up in the sky and my head spinning comforting from two bottles of wine, and I smiled with tears in my eyes because it was beautiful and so god damn sad and I did not know how to be one of those without the other.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving

tags: asleep, beautiful, bottles, expat, eyes, gypsy, happy, hope, lost, moon, nomad, on-the-road, prose, road, sad, smile, spinning, story, storyteller, tears, the-road, tour, tour-life, travel, travel-essays, travel-poetry, traveller, tumblr-poet, vagabond, vagabonding, wanderer, wandering, wine, young

15 likes

“There is stability in walking an uncertain path, because you never allow yourself to be misled by what you think you know.”
― A.J. Darkholme, Rise of the Morningstar

tags: acceptance, choice, choices, confused, decisions, direction, fear, focus, hope, lost, path, patience, self-doubt, stability, uncertain, uncertainty, waiting, wandering

25 likes

“What if it's the there
and not the here
that I long for?
The wander
and not the wait,
the magic
in the lost feet
stumbling down
the faraway street
and the way the moon
never hangs
quite the same.”
― Tyler Knott Gregson, Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series

tags: dreaming, life, moon, walking, wandering, wanderlust

171 likes

“I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. I’m the one waking up at 4am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I’ve made of myself.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving