Giulia

“None of your knowledge, your reading, your connections will be of any use here: two legs suffice, and big eyes to see with. Walk alone, across mountains or through forests. You are nobody to the hills or the thick boughs heavy with greenery. You are no longer a role, or a status, not even an individual, but a body, a body that feels sharp stones on the paths, the caress of long grass and the freshness of the wind. When you walk, the world has neither present nor future: nothing but the cycle of mornings and evenings. Always the same thing to do all day: walk. But the walker who marvels while walking (the blue of the rocks in a July evening light, the silvery green of olive leaves at noon, the violet morning hills) has no past, no plans, no experience. He has within him the eternal child. While walking I am but a simple gaze.”
― Frédéric Gros, A Philosophy of Walking

“I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have... the wait was worth it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom …”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“And far away, across the snow-covered mountains, on a barren plain before the ruins of a once-great city, a flower began to bloom”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash