Zhokhowski

“We all grow tired eventually; it happens to everyone. Even the sun, at the close of the year, is no longer a morning person.”
― Joyce Rachelle

“It is the smell of a million mould-blossomed pages, of a thousand decaying bindings, of a universe of dead words.”
― Jess Kidd, Himself

“In the depths of our winters, we are all wolfish. We want in the archaic sense of the word, as if we are lacking something and need to absorb it in order to be whole again.”
― Katherine May, Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times

“The morning was full of sunlight and hope.”
― Kate Chopin, The Awakening