Atulya

“She gathered the books like clouds and words poured down like rain.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“hiraeth (n): a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home that maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for lost places in your past”
― Jenny Colgan, The Cafe by the Sea

“Everyone else isn’t you. It turns out that’s a huge problem for me.”
― Clementine von Radics

“Now he got out of bed and wrapped his blanket around himself, yawning. That evening, he'd talk to Jude. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he would be safe; he would keep them both safe. He went to the kitchen to make himself coffee, and as he did, he whispered the lines back to himself, those lines he thought of whenever he was coming home, coming back to Greene Street after a long time away - "And tell me this: I must be absolutely sure. This place I've reached, is it truly Ithaca?"- as all around him, the apartment filled with light.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life