"I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance."
written by Beryl Markham, West with the Night (via contraventionnalisation)

"I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can."
written by Jack Gilbert (via youngfolksociety)

(Source: likeafieldmouse, via classiclibrarian)