Natasha Cobb

“and I satisfied the two thirsts one cannot long neglect without drying up—I mean loving and admiring. For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it. In the clamor in which we live, love is impossible and justice does not suffice.”
― Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

“To believe that your hopes of election depend on fewer people voting is to have a tragically weak level of trust in the value of your own positions, and your ability to defend them.”
― Pete Buttigieg, Trust: America's Best Chance

“They sat there in the evening of the last day. And, though there was no actual point to it, they loved each other.”
― Richard Matheson, The Best of Richard Matheson

“The light catches in the bare branches of the maple and clothes it in a fleeting dream of autumn, all pink and auburn and gold. The cardinal perched near the top of the tree bursts into radiance, into flame, and for that moment nothing matters at all—not the still soil nor the clattering branches nor the way this redbird will fall to the ground in time, a cold stone, and I too will grow cold, and all my line.”
― Margaret Renkl, Late Migrations: A Natural History of Love and Loss