Gabri

“His voice just became the music her soul yearned to embrace, to compose the right notes to make their songs come together again, as easily and beautifully as they had before.”
― Joey W. Hill, Natural Law

“Angus had little taste for the moral disaster that the public realm had become, and had come to the realisation that there was no essential merit in knowing what was going on in this fraught and distasteful arena. If he did not follow the parliamentary debates in the Scottish Parliament, did it make the slightest difference to anything? It did not, he decided. If he declined to read what the President of France had been up to, would this be noticed in Paris? Or anywhere else? He thought not. And so, in search of inner peace, he had instituted a new custom: on one day each week he would neither read a newspaper nor listen to the news on the radio, nor watch it on television. Isolated from the world of events, he would give his attention to the world itself; he would inhabit his moment and his place, rather than the fevered world reflected in the news. And with that detachment he was delighted to discover a sense of peace and resolution that in the normal course of events eluded him, and eluded, too, he suspected, many of those who were enmeshed in the world of current events. He”
― Alexander McCall Smith, The Peppermint Tea Chronicles

“We were, when all was said and done, children lost in the wood, and to break into tears was the most understandable of reactions, the most quintessentially human one too.”
― Alexander McCall Smith, The Peppermint Tea Chronicles

“No words are necessary for love, Nor are words enough; Love that works its way unseen Into the fabric of all we do, Asks for no grounding Beyond a disposition of the heart, Which is the natural abode of love; For the heart is capable Of accommodating a hundred times Its volume of those things That are connected with love, And that mark, as milestones do, Our progress through life; For love is a thing Of many occasions, From the infant’s first embrace Of mother, to the unselfish love Of the philosopher for truth— These things are called love, These things are written within us, As natural as breathing, And as important—always there.”
― Alexander McCall Smith, The Peppermint Tea Chronicles