Pale sky, white land; like somewhere past the end of the…

“He. Does there have to be a he? It seems weak and unoriginal doesn’t it, for stories told by girls to always have a…

— Rinsai Rossetti

“The hard thin body of my childhood was just beginning to miraculously soften like the cracked ground of wadi when rain falls.”

— Rinsai Rossetti

O beautiful white land, olives and wild anemone and violet mingled among the shale, and purple wings of little winter-butterflies say, here Psyche, the…

— Hilda Doolittle

“I'll love him til he loves me best Me best of all, Maude Clare”

— Christina Rossetti

“Wyatt squeezed my hand, and it was light enough now that I could see his free hand pointing to a tree silhouetted against the…

— Jessi Kirby

“The shock of standing again under the wide pale sky, completely exposed. This must be what the oyster feels when the lemon juice falls.”

— Edward St. Aubyn

It's the past, it's behind us, and that's the end of it.

— Desiree Rogers

“How could someone make decision after decision attempting to get away from their past and somehow end up right back where they were started?”

— Nicole Jacquelyn

If you constantly dwell on the past that's where you end up living.

— Simon Weston

People tell us to for get about the past, but then they end up bringing it up agian!

— Destineebug

“They had ridden past the end of the world; somehow that changed everything.”

— George R.R. Martin

“I look out my window at the blue sky, The white clouds, and the green leaves of the Rustling trees, And I realize i'm…

— Michelle Geaney

At first, the tornado is nearly invisible. Against the sky, it's white on white.

— Greg MacGillivray

“A Poem By Max White is the color of little bunnies with pink noses. White is the color of fluffy clouds fluffing their way…

— James Patterson

“The sky was white but deteriorating fast. As always, it was becoming an enormous drop sheet. Blood was bleeding through, and in patches, the…

— Markus Zusak