They never exhale, the trees; on a very windy day, they rustle and inhale, and then the leaves and the branches all tremble as though something means to strangle the life from them. The sky watches on. The world is filled with anticipation, as if to wonder if this day will be a great day, or a horrible day, or the last day.
- Lauren DeStefano
source: FaceBook post by Lauren DeStefano from Jul 12, 2013
topic: Mean, Sky, Tree, Windy Day, Windy
Time wastes too fast : every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity Life follows my pen ; the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more -- every thing presses on -- whilst thou are twisting that lock, -- see! it grows grey ; and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes to that eternal separation which we are shortly to make!
- Laurence Sterne
source: Laurence Sterne (1830). “The Works of Laurence Sterne: In One Volume, with a Life of the Author”, p.257
topic: Kissing, Clouds, Light, Jenny, Adieu