“Was I sad about the way things stood, and did I wish, still, the spring and even this summer had gone differently? Yes. But the anger, somehow had been lifted, leaving behind a sense that I could deal with whatever… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I wish, and I wish that the spring would go faster, Nor long summer bide so late; And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster, For some things are ill to wait. — Jean Ingelow Copy Share Image
