Heartbreak was never cured; it just went into remission…

“Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and the ducks…

— Brandi L. Bates

“(visions) of strange cities, of sandy plains, of gigantic ruins, of midnight skies with strange bright constellations, of mountain-passes, of grassy nooks flecked with…

— Mary Ann Evans

Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming…

— Jean Webster

“The cold wind blew unceasingly from the north: a violent wind, a merciless wind, a wind that crept inside your ears and pressed hard…

— John Forrester

“People who live in big cities are deprieved, consciously or unconsciously, of those almost indefinable things on which our human sensitivity feeds, like the…

— Margot Fonteyn

The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame. Across Sonoma Mountain wisps of sea fog are stealing. The afternoon…

— Jack London

“The afternoon sunk into the tall grass growing on the roadside. The distant dome turned from coral to burnt umber, a final flash of…

— Megan Rich

“A book alighted, almost obediently, like a white pigeon, in his hands, wings fluttering. In the dim, wavering light, a page hung open and…

— Anonymous

“Twenty-seven years, Colin Hilliard thought, buttoning his suit as he strode out from under the cover of Balmoral’s carriage porch—the early afternoon sun shining…

— Stephen England

“before, has it?” Molly shook her head. “No. But I still want him home.” She smiled at the sight of her three children napping…

— Ann Shorey

You are my dream when I'm not sleeping, my shining star in the afternoon, my sun to guide my way in the middle of…

— Anonymous

But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad,…

— Jean Rhys

“ Benvenuta a la Via dell’Amore,” he says, poking a bright pink lock with Ashlee + Jake written on it in white paint. “What…

— Kristin Rae

“There was no movement around the discoloured walls, and Lucy turned the Land Rover about in a slow crawl, the tires crunching on the…

— James Swallow

“hooded against the afternoon sun that shone in his face.”

— Diana Gabaldon