Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe…The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass. — D.H. Lawrence
A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home. - Rumi
The delicious breath of rain was in the air. — Kate Chopin
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner
For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I have left a letter from you unanswered for a long time; not because I had forgotten it – on the contrary: it is the kind that one reads again when one finds it among other letters, and I recognize you in it as if you were very near. - Rainer Maria Rilke
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Being a writer, in my experience, means putting up with an inner voice — a maker of sentences — that is always clamoring to be heard. More and more, I find myself listening for the moments when that voice lapses. After a dozen years on this farm, I can name most of the plants and nearly all the birds. But what’s the word for the wake the pileated woodpecker leaves as it dips, flying across the pasture? How can I imagine that land speaks in a language when I’m surrounded by animals whose wordless attention is at least as great as mine? All I can do is put a period to this sentence and hope I can live, for a while, in the pause that follows.
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. – Crowfoot
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I always tell my writing students that every good piece of writing begins with both a mystery and a love story. And that every single sentence must be a poem. And that economy is the key to all good writing. And that every character has to have a secret. – Silas House
