Danielle

“Caught in the doldrums of August we may have regretted the departing summer, having sighed over the vanished strawberries and all that they signified. Now, however, we look forward almost eagerly to winter's approach. We forget the fogs, the slush, the sore throats an the price of coal, we think only of long evenings by lamplight, of the books which we are really going to read this time, of the bright shop windows and the keen edge of the early frosts.”
― Denis Mackail, Greenery Street

“...and all that day and through the windless night they laboured at the indefatigable oar. They worked like oxen ploughing the moist earth. The sweat pours down from flank and neck; their rolling eyes glare out askance from under the yoke; hot blasts of breath come rumbling from their mouths; and all day long they labour, digging their hoofs into the soil. Thus the crew of Argo all through the night ploughed the salt water with their oars”
― Apollonius of Rhodes

“Books to the ceiling,
Books to the sky,
My pile of books is a mile high.
How I love them! How I need them!
I'll have a long beard by the time I read them.”
― Arnold Lobel

“Nothing dries more quickly than a tear”
― Apollonius of Rhodes