Posts tagged lit
You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
from Agnes Grey by Anne Brontë
from Orlando by Virginia Woolf
Genius.
J.R. Ward, Lover Awakened
She was so intelligent that she could think herself into beauty. Intelligence…they don’t talk about it much, the poets, but when a woman is intelligent and passionate and good…
Eva Ibbotson, A Company of Swans
Eat Sleep Read (by glcc_writer)
