Botond N.

“Sometimes it's better to have a conversation with the things which can't answer you or pass any judgments on you.

Sometimes it's better to share your feelings, thoughts with the things, which can't listen to you but are listening to you.

Sometimes it's better to share your pain and love, cry and smile in front of those things, which can't sympathize but helps you to heal you.

Dear moon,
You have always been my escape to each and every problem. You know all my secrets and problems. No matter how hard it was to solve or put in front of others. But, I never felt odd while sharing anything with you. Because I know, sooner or later people will leave. And I don't want to live with the fear of disclosing my secrets to any third one.

People will definitely call me mad after reading this. But truly thank you for always giving me hope and listening to me.”
― Manisha Jain

“I had the wind knocked out of me today after I picked myself back up I decided I would become the fucking hurricane instead.”
― N.R.Hart

“Darling— I wonder if you realize how much I am counting on you’re coming to England, how much it means to me— it means all the world, and indeed my body shall be all, all yours, as yours will be all, all mine, beloved. . . . And nothing will matter but just we two, we two longing loves at last come together.”
― Radclyffe Hall

“Many hundreds of craft of all sizes and nationalities - transatlantic steamers, full-rigged ships, barques, schooners, and fishing smacks - were running into the Sound from the open sea, making for the shelter of the roads of Elsinore. Not a single vessel was heading the other way, all were scudding in before the tempest; many of them, no doubt, had put to sea several days before, bound round the Skaw into the German Ocean, but had been compelled to turn back by the violence of the hurricane. They were all staggering along under the smallest possible amounts of canvas, pitching heavily into the frightfully high seas; here a full-rigged ship under close-reefed topsails; here a schooner under fore and main trysails; here a brig under bare poles; here a pilot-cutter under spit-fire jib, and the balance-reef down in her mainsail. Several vessels had lost spars or portions of their bulwarks; one Norwegian barque was evidently water-logged, and in a sinking condition, and was floundering slowly into smoother water, but just in time; and outside the Sound, on the raging Kattegat, were hundreds of other vessels, some hull down on the horizon, making for the same refuge, their fate still uncertain among those gigantic rollers, and, no doubt, with many an anxious heart on board of them.”
― Edward Frederick Knight, The Falcon on the Baltic: A Coasting Voyage from Hammersmith to Copenhagen in a Three-Ton Yacht