#winter

The Steadfast Love of the Lord is not Seasonal; His Mercies do not have winter or summer days... They are new every now and then. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#god #love #mercies #merciful #mercy

I do love her, and that’s odd because she is everything I detest in anyone else. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#john-steinbeck #love #odd #the-winter-of-our-discontent #love

Did you teach him wisdom as well as valor, Ned! She wondered. Did you teach him how to Kneel! The grave yards of the Seven Kinfdoms are full of brave men who had never learned that lesson. Cat. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#catelyn-stark #george-r-r-martin #robb-stark #winter-is-coming #winterfell

Then I made a stupid mistake and looked up at him. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, his face was open and vulnerable in the moonlight. I caught a hint of wonder there as we stared at each other. Slowly, he leaned forward. I caught my breath, a tiny gasp escaping. He stiffened, and his expression shuttered closed, eyes going hard and frosty. [...] 'This is getting old,' he said in a voice that matched his eyes. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#vulnerability #winter-prince #mistakes

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#summer #winter #childhood

Nothing is as tedious as the limping days, When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways, And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom, Assumes control of fate’s immortal loom ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#winter #paris

Kenapa harus takut gelap kalau ada banyak hal indah yang hanya bisa dilihat sewaktu gelap? -Nishimura Kazuto ↗

— Ilana Tan

#winter

Don't be amazed if you see my eyes always wandering. In fact, this is my way of reading, and it is only in this way that reading proves fruitful to me. If a book truly interests me, I cannot follow it for more than a few lines before my mind, having seized on a thought that the text suggests to it, or a feeling, or a question, or an image, goes off on a tangent and springs from thought to thought, from image to image, in an itinerary of reasonings and fantasies that I feel the need to pursue to the end, moving away from the book until I have lost sight of it. The stimulus of reading is indispensable to me, and of meaty reading, even if, of every book, I manage to read no more than a few pages. But those few pages already enclose for me whole universes, which I can never exhaust. ↗

— Italo Calvino

#calvino #if #italo #night #on

I could have lied. I could have fought. But desperate times call for desperate measures, so I took a chance and called upon a Gallagher Girl's weapon of last resort. I flirted ↗

— Ally Carter

#flirt #gallagher-girls #preston-winters #winter

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#winter #winter