#mer

Balsa seemed invincible, endowed with powers no other warrior could match, but in her profile he could glimpse the shadow of a young girl, hurt and buffeted by a cruel and hopeless fate. If he had never experienced what it was like to be at the mercy of fate himself, he would not have noticed, but now he could see it with unbearable, heartrending clarity. ↗

— Nahoko Uehashi

#girl-warrior #love-hurts #mercy-of-fate #strong-women #women-s-strength

To deny the force of divine judgment, then, is to make God less than God, and to make us less than His children. For every father must discipline His children, and paternal discipline is itself a mercy, a fatherly expression of love. ↗

— Scott Hahn

#god #love #mercy #love

The smell of her hair lingered just out of reach of his memory and left him with a nervous hum resonating throughout his body like a child forced to sit in church while the sun was shining outside on a perfectly good summer's day. ↗

— Erik Tomblin

#falling-in-love #infatuation #summer #sweet-abandon #youthfulness

The days draw out, the weather gets warmer, and it's what we call summer, with a bitter laugh when we've said it. ↗

— Stan Barstow

#summer #weather #love

...once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you - the silvery dust of the stars doesn't shimmer like you... ↗

— John Geddes

#moonlight #shimmer #silvery #stars #love

What good does it do you to love? ↗

— Trisha Leigh

#deshi #dissidents #love #love-hurts #lucas

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer- big recordings of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like concert- pick the snow? ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#love #love-it #summer #warmth #winter

Here, Earth-born, over the lilt of the water, Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light, Bosoming day as a laughing and radiant daughter… Here we may whisper unheard, unafraid of the night. Walking alone…was it splendor, or what, we were bound with? Deep in the time when summer lets down her hair? Shadows we loved and the patterns they covered the ground with Tapestries, mystical, faint in the breathless air. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#magical #mystical #patterns #poetry #shadows

Canada is lovely," she breathed against his lips. "And you are lovely." His laughter ghosted into her mouth. "That's my line, Lyd. You are supposed to think me handsome ↗

— Meredith Duran

#lydia #meredith-duran #love

And beyond the timeless meadows and emerald pastures, the rabbit holes and moss-covered oak and rowan trees and the "slippy sloppy" houses of frogs, the woodland-scented wind rushed between the leaves and blew around the gray veil that dipped below the fells, swirling up in a mist, blurring the edges of the distant forest. (View from Windermere in the Lake District) ↗

— Susan Branch

#lake-district-travel #windermere #love