Hiraeth Sentence Novels & Stories

Ineffable - Utterly indescribable, too scared to be speak of. Vorfreude - the joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures. Ataraxia - A state of emotional freedom and tranquility, the sensation of calmness and peace of mind. Lacuna - A blank space; a missing part. Absquatulate - Leave abruptly; to leave without saying goodbye. Nepenthe - Something that makes you forget grief or suffering. Quietus - An End or Death. Hiraeth - A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was.

H I R A E T H (Welsh) (n.) a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was; an earnest longing or desire; a sense of regret. [Time Leap] "You sure you're okay to drive?" Eon asked warily as soon as Yunoh slipped inside the car. Yunoh was at Eon’s home together with their small circle of friends, celebrating the latter's 29th birthday. They had spent the whole night drinking and talking, most of which revolving on what they had achieved through the years.

Maybe we were meant for Hiraeth? But with this hiraeth I will forever be sorry for what I did to us. This hiraeth would never let me forgive myself. And with this hiraeth I'd be forever loving you Asher, loving you more with the hope that you'd be loving me too in some corner of the world. Will always pray for your happiness. I am sorry. With love, Aira. 27. Virat The mantras, the vows echoed everywhere in the hall; I wondered if they could add any meaning to the hollow marriage we were building upon.

“Yes. I failed.” They removed the hood slowly, revealing tangled silver hair and skin etched with jagged scars that weren’t from battle—they were ritualistic. A language of pain written in flesh. “I am called Ireth, once Seer of the Grey Hollow,” they said. “Long before the Terrell forest was known as WildWood. Before your people gave it names. The spiral was already turning, Clara Yanuwah. We merely tried to slow it.” Ashani moved subtly closer, ready in case things turned. But Clara lifted a hand. “Why now?”

“It feels so reassuring to know that I have someone I can talk to in my down moments. I'll keep this at the back of my mind.” “Alright, I'll have to head back in now. Let's continue tomorrow.” “Thank you so much. Take care.” Malakai leaves but Hector still stands at that spot pondering over how much the kids look like him. “What really happened when Hiraeth was banished? Is he missing out on something? Is there more to the story than he knows?”

One page she hadn’t noticed before. Scrawled in uneven ink, less formal, more confessional: “We believed we could shape the bloom into a path. But it was always a mirror. It reflects what we bury. What we lie about. What we don’t ask.” “I think Liraeth never left.” “She scattered herself across the field. Into each thread. Waiting for someone who would not cast at the bloom but with it.” Ari let the scroll fall to her lap. Siran had done exactly that. Not performed. Not commanded.

___ One And A Half-Blood Moon Ago: ——- As I stepped into the Calm Ethereal, it felt like I was walking into a dreamscape, a realm untouched by the passage of time. The air around me was imbued with a mystical serenity that soothed my very soul. A gentle luminescence enveloped me, emanating from everywhere and nowhere at once, dancing like soft candlelight across the endless expanse of pastel skies. The horizon blurred before my eyes, merging the hues of dawn and dusk into a breathtaking tapestry of lavender, rose, and gold. It created an ambiance that felt both familiar and ethereal wrapping me in its embrace.