| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0098369 | How anxiously I yearned for those I had forsake | departure love missing-someone unbearable yearning | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | |
| 097bcee | We ate away, reminiscing about our victories over the enemies from different streets and villages and competing with each other in casting curses. A few golden butterflies and dragonflies were fluttering around us. The afternoon air was warm and clean, and the town below us seemed like a green harbor full of white sails. | departure great-feasting | Ha Jin |