“You have been with me, as close as the tips of my fingers, even when we were years and seas apart. Your… — Robin Hobb Copy Share Image
Loneliness doesn’t exist on any single plane of consciousness. It’s generally a low throb, barely audible, like the hum of a Mercedes… — Jonathan Tropper Copy Share Image
Loafe with me on the grass—loose the stop from your throat; Not words, not music or rhyme I want—not custom or lecture,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
