Leslie

“Love, when it comes for the first time, has the fierce and bewildering beat of spring in its pulses. Such ecstasy and despair are not to be reckoned with in terms of sanity and reason. The foolish and wise are equally at its mercy. Let no one doubt its power to exalt or betray, for it can rise renewed from bludgeonings or shrivel at a single breath. I think we were not meant to endure its rigours for more than a brief span.”
― Rachel Field, And Now Tomorrow

“A perfect summer day - like this one at age five - could last you forever if you started it early enough.”
― Tina Knowles, Matriarch: A Memoir

“The garden was in full verdure, and at Pokrovski nightingales had their homes on all sides in the thick shrubbery. Here and there, large clumps of lilacs raised their heads, enamelled with the white or pale purple of their opening flowers. The leaves in the birch alleys seemed transparent in the rays of the setting sun. The terrace lay in refreshing shade, and the light evening dew was gathering upon the grass.”
― Leo Tolstoy

“It was summer. My afternoons
were made of time and vinyl.”
― Laura Kasischke, Dance and Disappear