“this heart yearns... for the salt of unsmelt air unswept thunderstorms... unknown adventures.” ― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
"The beauty of the soul shines out when a man bears with composure one heavy mischance after another, not because he does not feel them, but because he is a man of high and heroic temper." ~ Aristotle
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape - the loneliness of it - the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it - the whole story doesn't show. ~ Andrew Wyeth
