#win

I'm always looking for what will make me whole. What will make me happy? Somewhere along the way I started to think it wasn't Helen anymore. She hasn't changed. Her laugh is still the one I remember. Her finger is still the one I put the ring on all those years ago. I can't understand why I don't want to curve next to her, keep her back warm anymore. Surely you don't lose love like keys? ↗

— Cath Crowley

#growing-apart #love #relationships #change

The director is a Canadian, Jeff Stephenson, and any time I get a script that has any Canadian component, I'm always immediately much more interested. ↗

— Kathleen Robertson

#bad #choice #doing #everyone #i

Because…sometimes I think you meet people and they make you better, even if you’re not with them forever. ↗

— Kris Noel

#love #young-adult-fantasy #love

I loved weather, all weather, not just the good kind. I loved balmy days, fearsome storms, blizzards, and spring showers. And the colors! Everyday brought something to be admired: the soft feathery patterns of cirrus clouds, the deep, dark grays of thunderheads, the lacy gold and peach of the early morning sunrise. The sky and its moods called to me. ↗

— L. Jagi Lamplighter

#storms #weather #winds #love

I love you," she said wretchedly. “And if I were well, no power on earth could keep me away from you. If I were well, I would take you to my bed, and I would show you as much passion as any woman could. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#kev #win #love

If only you could have witnessed how much I have changed: sit alone in a disused theatre and feel what I have felt, see how the world has transformed me, like the metamorphosis of a caterpillar. ↗

— Kiera Woodhull

#growing-up #independence #poetry #change

Rüzgar Şimdi bir rüzgar geçti buradan Koştum ama yetişemedim, Nerelerde gezmiş tozmuş Öğrenemedim. Besbelli denizden çıkıp Kıyılar boyunca gitmiştir, Tuz kokusu, katran kokusu, ter kokusu Yüreğini allak bullak etmiştir. Sonra başlamış tırmanmaya dağlara doğru Bulutları koyun gibi gütmüştür, Okşayıp otları yaylalarda Büyütmüştür. Köylere de uğradıysa eğer Islak, karanlık odalarda beşik sallanmıştır, Güneş altında çalışanlara İmdat eylemiştir. Sonra başlayıp alçalmaya ovalara doğru, Haşhaş tarlalarında eflatun, pembe, beyaz, Kıraçlarda mavi dikenler.. Toz toprak gözlerine gitmiştir. Şehirlere uğramış ki yanımdan geçti, Haşhaş çiçeğine benzer kızlar görmüştür, Bir gülüş, bir tel saç, allık pudra Alıp gitmiştir. Şimdi bir rüzgar geçti buradan Koştum ama yetişemedim, Soraydım söylerdi herhalde Soramadım. ↗

— Cahit Külebi

#wind #love

. . . and it don't never matter how poor you are as long as you've got something to love. ↗

— Lucy Maud Mongtgomery Anne of Windy Poplars

#love

...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #moon #pines #poetry #snow

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