The savor of her first kiss was gone with the hope of its repetition.
Leonard Laohas quoted7 months ago
hew the battlements of life from compromise
julietamacherhas quoted8 days ago
She had a strong sense of her own insignificance; of her life’s slipping by while June bugs covered the moist fruit in the fig trees with the motionless activity of clustering flies upon an open sore.
julietamacherhas quoted5 days ago
Even as a baby, Alabama was particular like that about her own things—never wanted to share them, even then.”