Quote by Hugh Howey Download Open image ““The greenery beckoned. It invited her in with the scent of hidden survivors,”” — Hugh Howey ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.5 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“She was brave from wine and unseasonable sunshine and the newfound closeness of home.” — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“Every day stole away more of her presence, leaving in its place faint wisps of memories devoid of color, scent, and sound.” — Karen Hawkins Copy Share Image
“Everything in her wanted to run -fly back to California, back to her quiet existence working among strangers. Hiding out in the folds of… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“Scent is the key to the door of memory. For a minute, she let herself live in it.” — Meg Elison Copy Share Image
“She sheltered her colors in the dark, where others were blind to see; I caught a glimpse of her lastly when she gave me… — Anthony Liccione Copy Share Image
“Around her the trees and wild flowers, with that oddly courteous air of natural things suddenly interrupted in their pressing occupations of growing and dying, turned toward her with attention, as though, dull and imperceptive as she was, it was still necessary for them to be gentle to a creation so unfortunate as not to be rooted in the ground,… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share
“Remembering her, it is as if my heart were buried in the rain. Again I think it’s she, but why would she be coming… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence was far from me. The… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share Image
“The world beyond the hidden garden vanished from her awareness. There was only this place, this patch of Eden, sunny and quiet and blazing… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“She stopped by an empty field, the soil abandoned, gone to mustard weed and grass. Lush bundles of crimson clover lined the fence. At… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share Image
“She felt vaguely upset and unsettled. She was suddenly tired of outworn dreams. And in the garden the petals of the last red rose… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“She didn't want to go far, just out of the trees so that she could see the stars. They always eased her lonesomeness. She… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“a crime to fell a tree and light it on fire, where coals of hardened shit warmed and stunk up homes,” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“The Loud came before the quiet. That was a Rule of the World, for the bangs and shouts need somewhere to echo, just as… — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“a heap of words designed to hinder communication rather than facilitate it.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“That leaves Bravo Company, the expendables who know what they’re doing.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“Sleep was a vehicle for passing the time, for avoiding the present. It was a trolley for the depressed, the impatient, and the dying.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“Overhead, tangles of wires knotted together in a grand display of unplanned infrastructure.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“Montana wants to scream, but the thing she is angry at is in the past. The past can’t hear her. This is the thing,… — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“I guess what I'm sayin' is, if you want to give Jules a job, be very careful.” “Why be careful?” Marnes asked. Marck gazed… — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
One of the many things that surprised me about 'Wool' is how many of its fans don't consider themselves science fiction readers. — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
![“Remembering her, it is as if my heart were buried in the rain. Again I think it’s she, but why would she be coming now? Oh, what sad days! […] Your eyes : two sleepy cups darkened by purple berries from the forest undergrowth. What a leaf, a leaf from a white vine, fragrant and heavy, I could have…” quote by Pablo Neruda](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/d46/pablo-neruda-435_rain_remembering-her-it-is-as-if-my-heart-wer_3223179.jpg)
