Summer breeze Quote by Jandy Nelson Download Open image ““She smiles at me and it sends a warm summer breeze around the room.”” — Jandy Nelson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.4 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Summer breeze
“I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanket.” — Kellie Elmore Copy Share Image
“She smiles faintly, and it continues to hover around her lips. This puts me in mind of how refreshing water looks after someone's sprinkled… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Each … breeze,” he says, watching the ripple of the bright, unfurling leaves, “will be me, missing. You.” Smiling” — Jean Hegland Copy Share Image
“Changed my thought. Let’s us go. Back my place, aye?” He was smiling, that smile she’d always loved, while his hands distracted her and… — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
“She paused for a moment, closing her eyes, letting the early morning heat sink deep into her bones. Unlike most people, she loved warm… — Suzanne Woods Fisher Copy Share Image
“I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanky.” — Kellie Elmore Copy Share Image
“She wakes, she smiles … because she is enevloped in the warmth of loving you.” — Truth Devour Copy Share Image
“Lucille always loved a strong breeze. She said it was nature's way of blowing away our sorrows.' Just then another gust of wind whipped… — Beth Hoffman Copy Share Image
“Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.” — Seals & Crofts Copy Share Image
“the room was warming up and there was nothing quite like the comfort of being cold, then slowly feeling the heat approaching and arriving… — Louise Penny Copy Share Image
“Well, she had had the most wonderful summer; she had got that anyhow tucked away up the sleeve of her memory, and could bring… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
Or maybe a person is just made up of a lot of peopleMaybe we’re accumulating these new selves all the time. Hauling them in as we make choices, good and bad, as we screw up, step up, lose our minds, find our minds, fall apart, fall in love, as we grieve, grow, retreat from the world, dive into the world,… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
“How can people die when you’re in a fight with them? When you’re smack in the middle of hating them? When absolutely nothing between… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
... if you're someone who knows the worst thing can happen at any time, aren't you also someone who knows the best thing can… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“I want my sister. I want to hurl a building at God. I take a breath and exhale with enough force to blow the… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“Una y otra vez, día tras día, me esforcé por ser vista. Solo quería que me prestara atención, no que me dejara tirada en el museo con si yo no existiera y se fuera a casa sin mí. No que cancelara un concurso porque estaba convencida de mi fracaso antes siquiera de mirar mis dibujos. No que hurgara en mi… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain us grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
He murmers into my hair, "Forget what I said earlier, let's stick with this, I might not survive anything more." I laugh. Then he jumps up, finds my wrists, and pins them over my head. "Yeah, right. Totally joking, I want to do everything with you, whenever you're ready, I'm the one, promise?" He's above me, batting and grinning like… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
“Listen to me. It takes a lot of courage to be true to yourself, true to your heart. You always have been very brave… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
So, when I was eight or nine my mom's friend gave her a big purple bag full of cassettes and I found Seals and… — Aldous Harding Copy Share Image
“I sit down by the river. Its incessant flow has polished the rocks carried from the top of the mountain. The aqueous caress, that has unrolled for millions of years the liquid ribbon from the summits towards the plains, keeps the freshness of the youth. The July sun heats the trees on the shore, while the stream of water refreshes… — Gabrielle Dubois Copy Share
Summer breeze you been calling my name it's been a while but my hearts still the same — Christy Snow Copy Share Image
The summer breeze was blowing on your face Within your violet you treasure your summery words And as the shiver from my neck down… — Van Morrison Copy Share Image
“And so everything is new and brave, red poppies and good food, cigarettes and summer breeze.” — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
“Remember children, once I am gone I will be part of it all Everything will be me and together be free The songs of the birds will be my voice in joyous refrain The caress of the soft summer breeze will be my touch from afar The sunset in glorious golden red hues, my display of love The soft murmur… — Neil Leckman Copy Share
I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze. — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
“This afternoon, being on Fair Haven Hill, I heard the sound of a saw, and soon after from the Cliff saw two men sawing down a noble pine beneath, about forty rods off. I resolved to watch it till it fell, the last of a dozen or more which were left when the forest was cut and for fifteen years… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share
“He may have liked many other things, but we know for certain only that he liked a sweet summer breeze, stars shining softly above, memories (made of This), his mother's rosary and her posary, an old-fashioned melody, broken hearts, baby shoes, a garden of love made just for two, moments passing into hours, pretty hubbahubba babies, the roses of Picardy,… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share
“The two of us sat back down in the swing and continued sitting side-by-side the first Day of June; moving to-and-fro in the swing… — Kat Kaelin Copy Share Image
“Standing in front of the white picket fence, I stared at the multitude of champagne roses weaving their hunter green vines gracefully through and… — Leah Lozano Copy Share Image
At first glance, I underestimated how much of an impact you would have on my life. But now, every time I see your infectious smile, I am glad that we had met. When I hear the sound of your voice, its as soft as a summer breeze. And, every day I dont get to see you, I feel so alone… — Ty S Onda Copy Share
