Childhood memories Quote by Erik Tomblin

“One warm morning in July, a ghost came to our breakfast table.”

— Holly Thompson

“The morning was glorious, one of those crystalline, dry, blue, fall days when the temperature hovers right at anticipation.”

— Richard Powers

“Evening was deepening, and the fever of early summer, like the temperature of a dead giant, had dropped completely from the covering air.”

— Kenzaburō Ōe

“The morning slept like a snake in the unaccustomed warmth.”

— J.A. Baker

“They were the sort of walls that hoarded winter and emanated its chill throughout summer.”

— Peter Robinson

“The air was cold and wet, and if you stood still for a moment the chilling damp would creep into your bones. I could…

— Charlaine Harris

“The morning was so damp and misty”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...”

— John Geddes

“Some days the rain just seemed to fit, and today felt like one of those days. The morning sky was dark, layered with the…

— Kimberly Derting

“I looked over at the empty, black windows of the Whites' apartment, windows that were warm and yellow just yesterday, and I shivered.”

— Jackie French Koller

“I climbed the stairs and got back into bed, pulling a pillow over my face to block out the summer light. But there was…

— Jeffrey Eugenides

“At the end of the night awaits the white morning: showered in sunlight.”

— Gerrit Achterberg