Perhaps — I want the old days back again and they’ll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears. — Margaret Mitchell, Gone With The Wind. (Grand Central Publishing; Reprint edition April 1, 1999) Originally published 1936. Advertisements
We mustn’t give trouble a shape before it throws its shadow. ― Irene Hunt, Across Five Aprils. (Berkley; Reprint edition January 8, 2002) Originally published 1964.
In the orchard the bees sounded like a wind getting up, a sound caught by a spell just under crescendo and sustained. The lane went along the wall, arched over, shattered with bloom, dissolving into trees. Sunlight slanted into it, sparse and eager. Yellow butterflies flickered along the shade like flecks of sun. — William… Continue reading William Faulkner
No, I don’t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how. — Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind. (Grand Central Publishing; Reprint edition April 1, 1999) Originally published 1936.
It appeared that the swift wings of their desires would have shattered against the iron gates of the impossible. — Stephen Crane, The Red Badge of Courage ( Prestwick House Inc. , 2004; first published 1895)