For those who love to read.
But Rose hushed the noise by slipping into the circle, and making them dance prettily — like lads and lasses round a May-pole; while Phebe, coming in with fresh water for the flowers, began to twitter, chirp, and coos, as if all the birds of the air had come to join in the spring revel of the eight cousins. Louisa May Alcott, from Eight Cousins
Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive. Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven (via bookmania)
- Friend: *tells me about their relationship problems*
- Me: *gives advice based on a book*
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