“...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“Why allow the tendrils of the heart to twine around objects which may at any moment be wrenched away” — Harriet Jacobs Copy Share Image
“Love withers but never dies. Its tendrils are embedded on fecund soil awaiting the nourishing spring to make it sprout once more.” — Yefon Isabelle Copy Share Image
