Nick Swarbrick

“It was a small bothy, one step brought us to meet in the midst of it; my arms were around him, and his around me, the strong right arm and the maimed left that felt sapless and brittle as a bit of dead stick, and we held fast together, and wept somewhat, each into the hollow of the other’s shoulder. Maybe it is easier to weep when one grows old, than it was in the flower of life.”
― Rosemary Sutcliff, Sword at Sunset

“huge silent glory of light burned on every twig and withered leaf”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Tombs of Atuan

“amor ipse notitia est and amor ipse intellectus est”
― Thomas Wyatt, The Cistercian World: Monastic Writings of the Twelfth Century

“always to hope the best; and to be confident that my friends love me.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations