#season

They WERE walking alongside the road, they WERE hit by a car, and now they ARE dead. It doesn't work. Are is present tense. Dead is -- well, dead is past, isn't it? Present tense modifying past; being modifying non-being. Language, in this instance" -- and here Miriam makes a garbled noise in her throat-- "fails. ↗

— Myla Goldberg

#death #language #myla-goldberg #death

Enchantment and fulfillment were on the gold and garnet horizon - autumn's breath, a dormant dream reawakened, a yearning nearly satiated, a tender thank you with a brush of the lips, and a connection as fingers touch and go hand in hand. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#fall #romance #seasons #dreams

Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth…It has no day. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#promise #seasons #spring #summer #dreams

Desire, the only feeling that keeps us awake, both in our dreams and in reality. ↗

— Alice K. Green

#dreams

If I'm feeling down in the dumps, or like I need a pop of colour, I'll put on MAC's Lipstick in Lady Danger. I discovered red lipstick when I did the Oscar season: Chanel sent me one and I realised how classic and glamorous it can be. ↗

— Chloe Sevigny

#classic #colour #danger #did #discovered

...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists... ↗

— John Geddes

#life #seasons #spring #winter #life

All seasons have something to offer ↗

— Jeannette Walls

#seasons #life

Even though they won't finish in the top four this season, they will still be of the contenders next season. ↗

— Alan Hansen

#finish #four #next #season #still

Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#joss-whedon #passion #season- #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