It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
I don't know how long I kept at it... I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still. It didn't seem to be summer any more
So if I was to choose? Then I choose complicated,” I said, with a nod of finality. I met his eyes again in a silent challenge. “I choose you.
People of my age who went to college, go into college, you know what it cost back then? Nothing or next to nothing. At the most, you had to work at Dairy Queen during the summer and that would pay for your college education.
In my day, at 12 years old, which was 38 years ago, we worked out in summer months for two and a half hours. Today someone in that age group might work out for four hours, two hours in the morning and two at night.
Dream Song: As my eyes Search the prairie, I feel the summer in the spring. Whenever I pause The noise Of the village.
Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.
...if you can't find any grappa, half a cup of cough medicine should achieve similar results." [Audrey's advice]
I love Italy. For hundreds of years, if not centuries, the people of italy (Italians) have been living here." [Audrey's insight]
Das Mädchen […] hatte wasserblaue Augen, die so klar waren, als hätten sie noch nie im Leben Leid oder Schrecken gesehen. Und dennoch spiegelte sich darin auch Härte. , hätte Summer sie am liebsten gefragt.
In the old pieces of furniture almost as in the old paintings, dwells the charm of the past, of the faded which becomes stronger in a man when he reaches an advanced age.
If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly; And like the ancient drummer, I rhythm straight towards the sky...
He smelled like a sultry summer storm—cool, refreshing rain, sweltering, hot wind, and charged, electric thunder—all rolled up into one extremely enticing vampire being.
I don't like relationships, though. I mean, it is nice and all, but I prefer to be the friend. I don't know why. They're kind of exhausting.
There's no right or wrong way to hurt. Everybody does it their own way. It's how we respond to pain that tells the kind of person we are.
Maybe if the right person floats into your life, you have to jump in with both feet and try to make it work before the tide turns.
He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone....
Every star that lights up the sky, every bee pollinating the flowers, every pet asking for a treat exposes us to energy that echoes throughout our universe.
In a capitalist society there are always inequalities of class and wealth. People who inherit money and property will always see themselves as being superior to those who have to work for it.
You rich people are all the same. You couldn't care less about the other half of the world. They can all starve to death for all you care!
