#winter

But you must be awash in a sea of compliments, my lady. Every gentleman you meet must voice his admiration, his wish to make love to you. And those are only the ones who may voice such thoughts. All about you are men who cannot speak their admiration, who must remain mute from lack of social standing or fear of offending you. Only their thoughts light the air about you, following you like a trail of perfume, heady but invisible. (Winter Makepeace) ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#thief-of-shadows #winter #love

I think it was lucky that during most of the work on the Odyssey I lived on Homer's sea in houses that were, in one case, shaken by the impact of the Mediterranean winter storms on the rocks below. ↗

— Robert Fitzgerald

#case #during #homer #houses #i

But I plan on dedicating specific training to track this winter for the next racing season. ↗

— Mark-Paul Gosselaar

#i #next #plan #racing #season

Nothing is as easy to make as a promise this winter to do something next summer; this is how commencement speakers are caught. ↗

— Sydney J. Harris

#commencement #easy #how #make #next

I was raised in California, so this whole New York winter thing is completely new for me. I've already justified buying seven coats! ↗

— Blake Lively

#buying #california #coats #completely #i

I made some friends who are still friends, and this is the city of my birth. I love living here when there's a reason to, other than just moving here. I still don't like the winters here, but it's an amazing city and I love it. ↗

— Michael McKean

#birth #city #friends #here #i

In the long winter evenings he talked to Ma about the Western country. In the West the land was level, and there were no trees. The grass grew thick and high. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#country #evenings #grass #grew #high

She threw one leg over his and straddled his lap, then reached under herself and found him again. He tore his mouth from hers. “Wait.” “No.” She looked him frankly in the eyes. “I don’t care if you spill at once. I need you inside me now.” His beautiful eyes widened and then narrowed. “You’ll not always hold the reins, my lady.” She smiled sweetly. “Naturally not, but I do now. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#isabel #thief-of-shadows #winter #beauty

It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city. At all hours it was necessary to keep a lamp lighted, and Mrs. Miller lost track of the days: Friday was no different from Saturday and on Sunday she went to the grocery: closed, of course. ↗

— Truman Capote

#snow #winter #business