Quote by D.H. Lawrence

“Those mornings were fragile things — like flowers blooming in the middle of a battlefield. She hadn’t realized then that the soil beneath them…

— Maggie Sn

“She slept but little. In the morning she found habit by her bedside; she clothed herself therein and faced the day.”

— William John Locke

“She would have an adventure. For herself. This one time. She would see her homeland, and smell it and breathe it in. See it…

— Sarah J. Maas

“The secrets inside her mind are like flowers in a garden at nighttime, filling the darkness with perfume.”

— Fumiko Enchi

“She wished to appear only in the full radiance of her beauty. Oh yes, she was quite vain! And her mysterious adornment had lasted…

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

“She wanted to live lightly on the earth, in harmony with its rhythms, all her senses keen and her mind alive and her spirit…

— Scott Russell Sanders

“She believes in will. It is so frail and delicate at night that she can’t even imagine the next morning, but it is so…

— Amy Bloom

“she would have to tell the story of this afternoon to herself over and over until she could make a different shape from it…

— Helen Dunmore

“Before that night, I didn't grasp that the shadows that sometimes crossed her face weren't momentary clouds passing in front of the sun. Her…

— Chelsey Philpot

“Her thought encased in a cocoon of desire. She allows the streams of sunlight to warm the core of her being while she waits…

— Truth Devour

“She stood in one smooth motion, surprisingly pale where the sun not touch her, slender and hard-muscled, yet with roundnesses and softnesses that haunted…

— Robert Jordan

“...her melancholy mood had followed her home. It clung to her like perfume, filling the rooms she visited with the scent of loss. Surely…

— Elise K. Ackers