#season

They WERE walking alongside the road, they WERE hit by a car, and now they ARE dead. It doesn't work. Are is present tense. Dead is -- well, dead is past, isn't it? Present tense modifying past; being modifying non-being. Language, in this instance" -- and here Miriam makes a garbled noise in her throat-- "fails. ↗

— Myla Goldberg

#death #language #myla-goldberg #death

Men are not nearly as evolved as women are, nor as intelligent, evidently ↗

— Sarah MacLean

#humor #sarah-maclean #the-season #wit #humor

Let me be clear. Last I was aware you were neither my husband nor my father nor my King. Therefore, any control you may imagine you hold over me is just that- imaginary ↗

— Sarah MacLean

#humor #sarah-maclean #the-season #wit #humor

Even though they won't finish in the top four this season, they will still be of the contenders next season. ↗

— Alan Hansen

#finish #four #next #season #still

Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#joss-whedon #passion #season- #love

Truly, Autumn is my season,” the scarlet beast chorted. “Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall, I have loved best, because they are best to love. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#seasons #love

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