Franceskane

“Someone asked me what home was, and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your rib cage.”
― e.e. cummings

“I looked down at our hands. Why did they have to fit together so perfectly? I hated the tingly warmth I got whenever we touched. I hated that I didn’t want him to let go. And I hated that he knew it.”
― Riley Jean, Use Somebody

“I believe that Gaston Cleric narrowly missed being a great poet, and I have sometimes thought that his outbursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his poetic gift. He squandered too much in the heat of personal communication. How often have I seen him draw his dark brows together, fix his eyes upon some object on the wall or a figure in the carpet, and then flash into the lamplight the very image that was in his brain.”
― Willa Cather, My Ántonia

“You never fail if you know in your heart that you did the best of which you are capable. I did my best. That is all I could do. Are you going to make mistakes? Of course. But it is not failure if you make the full effort.”
― John Wooden, Wooden: A Lifetime of Observations and Reflections On and Off the Court