Nick Swarbrick

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

“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

“The rock is cold and impartial beneath his hand. When he places a palm there he feels time slip away. Ancient and obvious, it is incapable of experiencing pain. With trembling hands Garner turns up his collar and zips up his coat.”
― Benjamin Myers, These Darkening Days

“My most dear, we have fought many fights together, and this is the last of them and it must be the best. If it is given to men to remember in the life we go to, remember that I loved you, and do not forget that you loved me.”
― Rosemary Sutcliff, Sword at Sunset