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“It is a lovely strath. The flat river lands widen and narrow, the path goes by and through hazel woods where nuts ripen in harvest weather, discloses sudden meadows where rabbits look and vanish, swerves round and on, but ever holds by the river. The slopes that shut out the strath from the moors are steep and wooded to their summits.

It is not a glen of the mountains, craggy, stupendous, physically impressive. There is nothing here to overwhelm the romantic mind. Its beauty is an inward grace in oneself akin to what is indefinable in the memory of a masterpiece. Beauty, intimate and secretive, has a lingering, lovely mirth; at the core of it, hope and fulfilment meet and tread a measure; while heads turn with glistening eyes to look for any or no excuse to laugh. In some such mood the Creator must have looked upon his handiwork and called it good.”
― Neil M. Gunn, Highland River

“My sister Emily loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her; out of a sullen hollow in a livid hillside her mind could make an Eden. She found in the bleak solitude many and dear delights; and not the least and best-loved was â€� liberty.”
― Charlotte Brontë

“Time and I have quarrelled. All hours are midnight now. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. I could not bear the way they mocked me.”
― Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

“What are men to rocks and mountains?”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.”
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

“I choose to love you in silenceâ€�
For in silence I find no rejection,

I choose to love you in loneliness�
For in loneliness no one owns you but me,

I choose to adore you from a distance�
For distance will shield me from pain,

I choose to kiss you in the wind�
For the wind is gentler than my lips,

I choose to hold you in my dreams�
For in my dreams, you have no end.”
― Rumi

“I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.”
― Rumi

“And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?”
― Rumi

“Tides do what tides do–they turn.”
― Derek Landy, Skulduggery Pleasant

“I dreamed you, I wished for your existence.”
― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

“The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.”
― Anais Nin

“Happiness is slippery, it slithers away between your fingers, but problems are something you can hold on to, they’ve got handles, they’re rough and hard”
― Isabel Allende, Maya's Notebook

“Each of us chooses the tone for telling his or her own story. I would like to choose the durable clarity of a platinum print, but nothing in my destiny possesses the luminosity. I live among diffuse shadings, veiled mysteries, uncertainties; the tone of telling my life is closer to that of a portrait in sepia.”
― Isabel Allende, Portrait in Sepia

“Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.”
― Margaret Atwood, Der blinde Mörder

“Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”
― C.G. Jung

“Mistakes are, after all, the foundations of truth, and if a man does not know what a thing is, it is at least an increase in knowledge if he knows what it is not. ”
― Carl G. Jung

“The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.”
― Carl Gustav Jung

“I miss it if I’m not in it for any length of time; I don’t feel comfortable. I want trees and I want frequent rain.”
― Murray Morgan

“If I were rain,
That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch,
Could I join two hearts as well?”
― Tite Kubo, Bleach, Vol. 1

“I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.”
― C. S. Lewis

“You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there's still going to be somebody who hates peaches.”
― Dita Von Teese

“I would not sit waiting for some vague tomorrow, nor for something to happen. One could wait a lifetime, and find nothing at the end of the waiting. I would begin here, I would make something happen.”
― Louis L'Amour, Sackett's Land

“Don't spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door. ”
― Coco Chanel

“A bitter man needs to place his troubles on the front of his tongue so that they taste sweeter.”
― Jay Wickre, Dubious Musings of a Peculiar Man

“Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people.”
― Henry Thomas Buckle

“Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.”
― Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

“No matter how many people care about you, she thought, if you can't be open with them about who you truly are, you're still alone.”
― Diane Chamberlain, The Silent Sister

“No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby