#sea

When sadness was the sea, you were the one that taught me to swim ↗

— pleasefindthis

#love

As gentle a man as he was, as tender as was his heart, there was nothing weak about Michael Hosea. He was the strongest-minded man Joseph had ever met. A Man like Noah. A Man like the Shepherd-king David. A man after God's own heart. ↗

— Francine Rivers

#michael-hosea #love

It makes no sense to try to extend a friendship that was only meant to be a season into a lifetime. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#friendship #growth #letting-go #letting-go-of-negative-people #loving-yourself

Don't pour a lifetime of effort into a seasonal relationship. Not everyone from the pilot belongs in the finale. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#evolution #finale #friendships #growth #journey-of-life

Truly, Autumn is my season,” the scarlet beast chorted. “Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall, I have loved best, because they are best to love. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#seasons #love

They told us love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end. For the very first time I realize, that this, too, might also be a lie. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#die #disease #lie #love #love

It's football season; anything can happen. ↗

— Troy Brown

#football #football season #happen #season

You don't love hatred and evil, of course. You have to practice and see the real gull, the good in every one of them, and to help them see it in themselves. That's what I mean by love. ↗

— Richard Bach

#richard-bach #love

В редките ни напоследък целувки се усещаше онази жилка хлад, която мога да сравня с полъха на вятър привечер след средата на август, когато съм чувал стари варненци да казват, че морето се обръща. ↗

— Захари Карабашлиев

#love #sea #separation #love

AUTUMNAL Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees, That hardly sway before a breeze As soft as summer: summer's loss Seems little, dear! on days like these. Let misty autumn be our part! The twilight of the year is sweet: Where shadow and the darkness meet Our love, a twilight of the heart Eludes a little time's deceit. Are we not better and at home In dreamful Autumn, we who deem No harvest joy is worth a dream? A little while and night shall come, A little while, then, let us dream. Beyond the pearled horizons lie Winter and night: awaiting these We garner this poor hour of ease, Until love turn from us and die Beneath the drear November trees. ↗

— Ernest Dowson

#fall #november #october #seasons #dreams