My life is more than a waiting period; it is an expedition. How I perceive it, and how I improve upon it is solely up to me.
His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.
I loved the kiss. That's why I smiled at you. I loved it. I was embarrassed by how much I loved it. (Troy Summer)
Maybe before you start flirting with boys and kissing boys and trying to date boys, you should know who you are and where you stand.
If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.
The winter will be short, the summer long, The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot, Tasting of cider and of scuppernong.
Seven a.m. on the first day of summer vacation was, to her mind, a dangerous time to be awake. Even God had to be sleeping in.
The summer night was settling upon the neighborhood like a dark lace veil, casting dappled shadows on the roofs and sidewalks and lawns.
A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.
Or maybe watching you enjoy a carefree summer while you fell in love was what kept me out of the hospital in the first place.
You surround yourself with your pain or you avoid it and let it find you when you are trying to do other things
The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes
The words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being visited by the memory of a language long forsaken.
A tree has leaves like man has hair. Some men go winter in the summer, and other men, like me, like skiing on skin.
Then, things get hard, because once you know magic exists, you have to decide whether to be the bystander, or the magician … and we were all born to be magicians.
Books have their idiosyncrasies as well as people, and will not show me their full beauties unless the place and time in which they are read suits them.
Falling in love is a subtle process, a connection sparked by attraction, tested by compatibility, and forged by memory.
I tried to shut out the feelings that were hurting my heart with a thousand tiny pinpricks, which was somehow worse that having it broken all at once.
I want to be as idle as I can, so that my soul may have time to grow.
A perfect person is easy to love. But when somebody likes all your imperfections, well, that's when you know they really mean it.
Love isn’t meant to be hidden away and life is too short for shame.
