It Was Such A Gray And Misty Day That I Could Not See The Other Side Of The River.

It was such a gray and misty day that I could not see the other side of the river.

John Knowles, “A Separate Peace”

by 海螺壳

"And she thought home might not be a place or a human but a life, An emotion. She saw it in the lights of an empty theatre, In the floorboards of a creaky stage and the hills made of lights and shadows, sharp as knives. She dreamt in dimmers, in light cues gently coming up like sunrises of brilliant red and blue and deep purple; In sound cues and the quiet 'go!' followed by the thunder of a blooming flower."

Anonymous

this isn’t mine & I found it on Facebook but I feel like it needs to be put here. Thank you

She was saying goodbye and she didn’t even know it.

Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via wnq-writers)

"We reached the beach in the late afternoon. The tide was high and the surf was heavy. I dived in and rode a couple of waves, but they had reached that stage of power in which you feel the whole strength of the ocean in them."

John Knowles, "A Separate Peace"