Kay

“We can spend out lives letting others dictate our narrative, and cast ourselves as the victims. Or we can realize the truth: that we are the creators of our own story.”
― Queen Rania of Jordan Al Abdullah

“And a man who is stupid enough to let you slip through his fingers does not deserve you anyway.”
― Helen Brooks , In the Italian's Sights

“Her cheeks burned afresh at the memory of that final night before
her departure from Sibu. She had gone to his berth out in the
saloon and pleaded with him to let her stay—sinking every last
vestige of pride in her desperation to be with him. Only he hadn't
cared. He'd told her roughly to get back to her cabin and stop
making a fool of herself. Next time he needed a woman, he had
said, he would make sure it was one and not some silly little girl
with romantic notions.”
― Kay Thorpe, Jungle Island

“Spring returns to my lonely chamber,
Once more spring grass is lush and green.
Some red plum blossoms are open,
Others have yet to bloom.
I grind tea bricks into fine jade powder
In a pot carved with azure clouds,
Still under the spell of the morning's dream,
Till all of a sudden I am woken
By a jug of spring.
Flower shadows press at the double gate,
Pale moonlight silvers the translucent curtains.
A beautiful evening!
Three times in two years
We've missed the spring.
Come back without further ado
And let's enjoy our fill of this spring!”
― Li Qing Zhao