Quote by Daphne du Maurier

“Sometimes she’d just walk around the city alone. Watch the people, smell the food, the bus exhaust, the smoke coming up through the grating.…

— Carrie Fisher

“It was Spring—Spring, when the whole creation feels blasé to drowsiness; cheerful to ecstasy. The cat forgets to pounce on the mice.”

— Sōseki Natsume

“Summer was over in twenty minutes that day. Finished. At four o'clock in the afternoon the roses were quiet on their stems, full-blown, fulfilled;…

— Elizabeth Enright

“The one small room the house contained was scoured as a seashell. There was a table, a chest, a bedstead with a faded quilt,…

— Elizabeth George Speare

“The purring kitten on her shoulder and the beauty of the day rinsed away her gloom on the walk home.”

— Tara Maya

“But... it's a nice day today, the birds is singing, there's stuff like... kittens and stuff, and the sun is shining off the snow,…

— Terry Pratchett

“There was toast, too, cooked beneath the grill as my father cooked it, with homemade blackberry jam. There was the best cup of tea…

— Neil Gaiman

“The functional disenchantment, the sweet habit of each other, had begun to put lines around her mouth, lines that looked like quotation marks--as if…

— Lorrie Moore

“When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled…

— Kenneth Grahame

“That day I oft remember, when from sleep I first awaked, and found myself reposed, Under a shade, on flowers, much wondering where And…

— John Milton

“She opened the door within two seconds of his pressing the doorbell, letting out a stream of cats that ran around with such rapidity…

— Jasper Fforde

“In honor of October, really just hours away now..... Brew me a cup for a winter's night. For the wind howls loud and the…

— Minna Thomas Antrim