Tell me something wonderful, he said to Dane. Tell me that we are going to die dreamfully and loved in our sleep.You're always writing one of your plays on the phone, said Dane.I said, something wonde...
Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter
(n.) The season of spring; springtide.
But there were certain early days in Casterbridge- days of firmamental exhaustion which followed angry south-westerly tempests-when, if the sun shone, the air was like velvet.
If we had no winter the spring would not be so pleasant.
Be kind like a flower and know that life is beautiful like springtime.
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
It is so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done.
They basked in the sweet-scented breeze, and felt the sunshine warming their bare heads. Petals drifted from the gnarled apple and cherry trees, creating a pretty storm, like confetti. They lay togeth...