Love is always simply itself, both as a subtle affirmation of life and as the highest passion; love is our sympathy with organic life, the touchingly lustful embrace of what is destined to decay—

– Thomas Mann –

Space, like time, engenders forgetfulness; but it does so by setting us bodily free from our surroundings and giving us back our primitive, unattached state … Time, we say, is Lethe; but change of air is a similar draught, and, if it works less thoroughly, does so more quickly.

– Thomas Mann –

The days began to fly now, and yet each one of them was stretched by renewed expectations and swollen with silent, private experiences.

Yes, time is a puzzling thing, there is something about it that is hard to explain.

– Thomas Mann –

We love with all our heart but we also keep our heart light and pliable. It has space. It breathes. It waits on life to give instructions. It sings with sweetness when the winds are soft and warm. It stands with calm patience when the storm is brewing. It lets go when endings have left their irrefutable mark. It moves. It heals. It hopes.

– Donna Goddard –

It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts… It is the sweetness that makes us want to reach out and touch the soft skin of another person. And it is the grace that comes to us, undeserving though we may be.

– Robert Goolrick –