Picnic Quote by Stef Penney

“As he rose to his feet he noticed that he was neither dripping nor panting for breath as anyone would expect after being under…

— C.S. Lewis

“Her thoughts rambled, but she wasn’t daydreaming. Her senses were sharp. She caught the fall of every leaf in the garden, the rustle of…

— Kristin Cashore

“He sat on the logs, smoking, drying in the sun, the sun warm on his back the river shallow ahead entering the woods, curving…

— Ernest Hemingway

“He was standing by the edge of a small pool- not more than ten feet from side to side- in a wood. The trees…

— C.S. Lewis

“As soon as he had left the room and walked into the air, he knew that he would never return and for the first…

— Peter Ackroyd

“His eyes settled due west and gazed through the silhouetted, leaf-bare branches to the now-black rolling hills of the mountains he called home. The…

— Teresa Tysinger

“The grass and the vines and the willow tree were all so lush and vividly green that he was slightly awed by them. Their…

— Katie Lynn Johnson

“Much of the time he lay part-dressed on his bed, sipping gin, and thinking, and thinking, - though what it was, of which he…

— Joyce Carol Oates

“I was almost sad when we arrived a the squat, white clubhouse. It was halfway to dark by then, with both a moon and…

— Gail Honeyman

“I loved this time of night, how everything softened and lost the hard edges of day, and how, if the wind moved just right,…

— Beth Hoffman

“What kind of picnic did you have in mind”

— Meredith Wild

“He gazed into the darkness at the flickering shadows. Above the tops of the trees on the opposite side of the river, he could…

— Catherine Anderson