There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down..
As a writer, I am not goddess of the universes I create. I am at most a stage manager of the plentiful gifts which tumble out of the horn of plenty, ….
Your heart is mine; there I reign. I am content..
The winter will be short, the summer long, The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot, Tasting of cider and of scuppernong; All seasons sweet, but autumn b….
But here's the thing: I had this great job, and I would still feel terribly depressed. I would just be like, 'This isn't the sweet spot. I thought th….
Imagine a guy. He’s a little taller than you, with perfect skin, skin that just screams “touch me!” and dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and he looks….
Nobody else even approaches the trumpet like [Sweets Edison] does: Never too much and always plenty. He's the greatest trumpet player to play along w….
Your love is the oil in my lamp of life. Your body the wick that burns casting a blanket of comfort over me as the darkness closes in....I love you.
Now when I see something beautiful or funny or sweet, sometimes I reach for my camera, but other times I think, 'I need to let this moment exist. I d….
Never so sweet a repast as the Reaper's when you tread upon the threshold of a Quiznos..
I had never been to Texas. Id been through Texas, but Im so glad to be back in a place thats not L.A. or New York. To talk about Dallas, to talk abou….
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!.
Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own..
When they turned off, it was still early in the pink and green fields. The fumes of morning, sweet and bitter, sprang up where they walked. The inse….
Millions of American women, and some men, commit that outrage every summer day. They are turning a superb treat into mere provender. Shucked and boil….
And wheresoever, in his rich creation, Sweet music breathes--in wave, or bird, or soul-- 'Tis but the faint and far reverberation Of that great tune ….
No grief so soft, no pain so sweet, as love's delicious melancholy..
I love 'Sweet Valley,' but I love it from a different angle. There are people for whom it is their adolescence. They own it, in a way that even I don….
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true, Primrose, first born child of Ver, Merry Spring-time's harbinger..
There's nothing that allays an angry mind So soon as a sweet beauty..
Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy..