Could it possibly be that he yearned for some of the same things she yearned for? Love. Someone to call your own. Someone to share the joys and the sorrows of life.
Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come to them with a vengeance. But it is high summer for House Lannister. So why am I so bloody cold?
August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages.
That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!
Pushing the boundaries of my golden cage, searching for new ways of expression and freedom, unveiling the ambiguities between music and art, friendship and love—that was my summer of 1979.
It was a strange, wonderful feeling. To discover eyes upon you when you expected no one to notice you at all.
Laughter feels like our flotation device -- it won't pull us out of the storm, but it might carry us through, if we can just hang on.
You got here in the nick of time," Johnny said, grinning insolently at him. "I was just about to start ripping off her clothes.
How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.
I accept the hard reality that I maybe might possibly be just the slightest tiniest littlest bit kinda sorta interested in him.
I really don't even know you, and yet, in my life, you are forever entangled; to my history, inextricably bound.
Love is like a beautiful summer day in the middle of winter. I’ve got shorts on, so it seems like a good time to invade Russia.
Sometimes I think I'm an alien that accidentally fell off the mother ship, destined to wander among clueless earthling parents for all eternity.
...and so many colors I will have seen... the menacing greys and pine greens the soft pink and purples of spring and summer blue and so many others without you.
We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and then we eat it.
Why is it that you still beguile me – As wind, stone, bird – and all the likes? Why is that you smile on me – With sudden summer lightning strikes?
My boyfriend is named Percocet," I say. "We're very close. I even went to Europe with him last summer.
I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it.
My late summer shorts caught fire, and that’s when all the red of autumn began. We fell in love while she roasted marshmallows over my toasty genitals.
The summer temperature outside was 45 degrees, so I turned 45 degrees and went right back inside. It was so cold outside because that’s where all her love for me was.
Behold my Love which traveled by Sudden Days. I wash away my withered cold Hands to a Warm Embrace of You, My Eternal Summer!
