#win

I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today. ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#character-building #growing-up #heartbreak #learning-by-doing #life

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning. ↗

— Patrick Carman

#dancing #light #morning #remember #summer

Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favorite." Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just drunk and promptly started coughing. I was relieved that none got on me. jill burst into giggles, and Clarence stared at his glass wonderingly. "Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon." "So it is," said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#blood #bloodlines #keith #wine

Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#rain #sadness #winter #rain

The Mad Hatter: "Would you like some wine?" Alice: "Yes..." The Mad Hatter: "We haven't any and you're too young. ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#wine

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go? ↗

— John B. Tabb

#fall #foliage #leaves #snow #snowflakes

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them? ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#copy #cry #crying #despair #fall

Maturity is when your world opens up and you realize that you are not the center of it. ↗

— M.J. Croan

#growing-up #maturity #maturity

I'm not Mickey Mouse, I'm a human being. ↗

— Mitch Winehouse

#biography #biography

Odd, she thought, how intensely you knew a person, or thought you did, when you were in love - soaked, drenched in love - only to discover later that perhaps you didn't know that person quite as well as you had imagined. Or weren't quite as well known as you had hoped to be. In the beginning, a lover drank in every word and gesture and then tried to hold on to that intensity for as long as possible. But inevitable, if two people were together long enough, that intensity had to wane. ↗

— Anita Shreve

#love #loving #imagination