Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The… — Leigh Bardugo Copy Share Image
“In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.” — Leigh Bardugo Copy Share Image
The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all… — C. S. Lewis Copy Share Image
Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going,… — CS Lewis Copy Share Image
