#seas

It's football season; anything can happen. ↗

— Troy Brown

#football #football season #happen #season

AUTUMNAL Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees, That hardly sway before a breeze As soft as summer: summer's loss Seems little, dear! on days like these. Let misty autumn be our part! The twilight of the year is sweet: Where shadow and the darkness meet Our love, a twilight of the heart Eludes a little time's deceit. Are we not better and at home In dreamful Autumn, we who deem No harvest joy is worth a dream? A little while and night shall come, A little while, then, let us dream. Beyond the pearled horizons lie Winter and night: awaiting these We garner this poor hour of ease, Until love turn from us and die Beneath the drear November trees. ↗

— Ernest Dowson

#fall #november #october #seasons #dreams

Anything is possible." "You really believe that?" "It's what the great love stories are about, right?Beating the odds. ↗

— Richard Castle

#belief #great-love-stories #possibilities #season- #love

Drinking when we are not thirsty and making love at all seasons, madam: that is all there is to distinguish us from other animals. ↗

— Pierre Beaumarchais

#drinking #love #madam #making #other

There is no season and no reason for love. Love is not seasonal its perennial. ↗

— Amit Abraham

#perennial #reason #season #love

Terkadang apa yang terjadi bukan untuk di mengerti tapi hanya untuk di terima" - Farah ↗

— LoveinParisSeason

#love

She knew they were all afraid. But love and disease are both like electricity, Weetzie thought. They are always there -- you can't see or smell or hear, touch or taste them, but you know they are there like a current in the air. We can choose, Weetzie thought, we can choose to plug into the love current instead. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#electricity #love #love

The Steadfast Love of the Lord is not Seasonal; His Mercies do not have winter or summer days... They are new every now and then. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#god #love #mercies #merciful #mercy

I met Anne in the autumn... Autumn, that wild season when rural men rack orchard trees with sticks and weep with the desire to kiss faraway Demeter’s supple breasts—to set lips to her travel-swollen eyes. They seek goddesses, but I desired only Anne. ↗

— Roman Payne

#demeter #goddesses #life #mortals #payne

And I'm lost behind The words I'll never find And I'm left behind As seasons roll on by ↗

— Chris Cornell

#seasons #music