The spring in Boston is like being in love: bad days slip in among the good ones, and the whole world is at a standstill, then the sun shines, the tears dry up, and we forget that yesterday was stormy. — Louise Closser Hale Copy Share Image
Love! The poor word. How it has suffered up and down the streets of the world. — Louise Closser Hale Copy Share Image
Even those who lose the battle are not cowards - if they have fought. — Louise Closser Hale Copy Share Image
London is like a woman with too many years to encourage confession. — Louise Closser Hale Copy Share Image
I guess the quality that makes one write poetry keeps one from selling it. — Louise Closser Hale Copy Share Image
The spring in Boston is like being in love: bad days slip in among the good ones, and the whole world is at a… — Louise Closser Hale Copy Share Image
