“Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.” – Mark Twain “Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.” – Oscar Wilde I don’t have to be out there in August in 108 degree weather down in Texas.” – Emmitt Smith “I don’t have to get up in the morning and go beat up my body like I used to. “If enough people think of a thing and work hard enough at it, I guess it’s pretty nearly bound to happen, wind and weather permitting.” – Laura Ingalls Wilder But in some of nature’s forests, the adventurous traveler seems a feeble, unwelcome creature wild beasts and the weather trying to kill him, the rank, tangled vegetation, armed with spears and stinging needles, barring his way and making life a hard struggle.” – John Muir “Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally.
Lust causes thunder, anger causes fog, and you don’t want to know what causes dew.” – Stephen Colbert
#THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY QUOTES HOW TO#
Between these two wings you learn how to fly to the farthest star.” – Rajneesh Moving between these two polarities you learn how to balance. When you have both sadness and happiness, discomfort and comfort. Life is possible only when you have both good weather and bad weather, when you have both pleasure and pain, when you have both winter and summer, day and night. What I didn’t expect was to feel so much grief.“Life is possible only through challenges. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. Like I would never see him again, or that when I did, it would be different, there would be a mountain between us. But this time, this last time, it felt final. That no matter what, we would be connected-by our history, by this house. I always believed that we would find our way back to each other every time. Please just always be near me, so I can at least see you.īecause it felt final. Just for that moment, the thought that I might never see him again… it felt worse than death. I wanted to remember him exactly as he was right then, how his arms looked brown against his white shirt, the way his hair was cut a little too short in the front. “He came up and kissed me on my forehead, and before he stepped away, I closed my eyes and tried hard to memorize this moment. Because if I don't do it now, I never will.'
But I wasn’t that brave or honest, so all I did was look at him. I would say it, so he would know it and I would know it, and I could never take it back.
I looked at him, and I thought, 'If I was very brave or very honest, I would tell him.' Maybe this was why I came, so I could really know. I felt it in the pit of my stomach, the familiar ache, that lost, regretful feeling only he could give me. I couldn’t even be mad at him, because this was who he was. The girl who comes running back every time you push her away, the girl who loves you anyway.' I looked at him, and I felt so sad, because this thought occurred to me: 'I will never look at you the same way again. In his eyes, there was no trace of what had happened between us earlier and I could feel something inside me break. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything. “We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing.
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