Tracey Orr

“Come, little leaves," said the Wind one day, "Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; For Summer is past, and the days grow cold.”
― George Cooper

“The wind makes you ache is some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die - migrate or die.”
― Stephen King

“Is prayer your steering wheel or your spare tire?”
― Corrie Ten Boom

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus