Quote by Brian Andreas

“Her departure was a gradual thing, like a watercolor left in the sun, every day fainter until one day the canvas was bare and…

— Catherine McKenzie

“She was like the sun, She knew her place in the world - She would shine again regardless of all the storms and changeable…

— Nikki Rowe

“The woman had told the truth. The flowers were the color of sunset. And not the yellowish tinge of a lazy sun either, but…

— Dolen Perkins-Valdez

“She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went. It's easier to feel the sunlight without them, she said.”

— Brian Andreas

“She sat on a worn wooden bench, and read her book, and nibbled on her sandwich. The air was warm syrup, was literally thick…

— Charles Yu

“She was about to laugh at the selfishness of her reaction, but she was distracted by the cool evening air when she stepped outside,…

— Tom Perrotta

“If she lived here, the first thing she'd do is get out her paint brush and color the world.”

— Dale Mayer

“She chose her colors carefully. She dressed slowly, she adjusted her petals one by one. She did not wish to present herself all rumpled…

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

“He loved her hair. It was like sunshine. Not the sunshine he saw here in England, but the all-consuming sun found on the open…

— Kristi Ann Hunter

“She was easily placated with only her imagination and the warmth of the sunshine on her face.”

— Kay Bratt

“From then on I had her in my memory with so much clarity that I could do what I wanted with her. I changed…

— Gabriel García Márquez

“My world was the size of a crayon box, and it took every colour to draw her”

— Sarah Kay