Is it true, O Christ in heaven, that the highest suffer the most That the strongest wander furthest and most hopelessly are lost That

Is it true, O Christ in heaven, that the highest suffer the most
That the strongest wander furthest and most hopelessly are lost
That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain
That the anguish of the singer makes the sweetness of the strain

–
John Milton

For in those days I had no idea that many of the greatest books are like a forest, and that the best way to get to know them is to wander

For in those days I had no idea that many of the greatest books are like a forest, and that the best way to get to know them is to wander right into the middle and get lost.

–
Anthony Esolen,

Ten Ways to Destroy the Imagination of Your Child

Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I’ll be happy for the rest of

Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I’ll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life.

–
Charlotte Eriksson,

Empty Roads amp; Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps