Amy Blunt

“C'est bizarre les souvenirs. Suivant le moment où on les évoque, ou avec qui on les a vécus, ils peuvent être tristes ou joyeux, faire sourire ou souffrir.”
― Joris Chamblain, Le Livre d'Hector

“And you cannot build a home for your worth inside of another being.”
― Victoria Erickson, Rhythms and Roads

“At last came the golden month of the wild folk-- honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.”
― Samuel Scoville Jr., Wild Folk

“I miss you, mija,” he would say, his voice husky. “I can’t wait until you threaten me with a broken heart again. I think you’re all talk and you’ve lost interest in my heart.” And she would say, “Not at all—breaking your heart is still a huge priority with me. I’ll be back.” “Not soon enough.” “I miss your kisses,” she told him. And he said, “Te tengo en mis brazos.” I will hold you in my arms. “Te querido más te de lo tu hubieras.” I have wanted you for longer than you know. “I will kiss you as much as you allow,” he translated incorrectly. It sent shivers through her. November”
― Robyn Carr, Whispering Rock