“A golden afternoon of August: every breath from the hills so full of life that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive.”
"Love is like the wild rose."
- Emily Brontë
Love
"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
- Emily Brontë
Love
"He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
- Emily Brontë
Love
"If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day."
- Emily Brontë
Love
"Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
- Emily Brontë
Love
"Christmas is a time when you get homesick, even when you're home."
- Carol Nelson
Nature
"We count down the days just to experience it nearly exactly as we always have. It is so comfortable, familiar and perfectly nostalgic that, frankly, we have no desire to improve upon it at all."
- Joanna Gaines
Nature
"The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood."
- Richard Paul Evans
Nature
"Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime."
- Laura Ingalls Wilder
Nature
"We count down the days just to experience it nearly exactly as we always have. It is so comfortable, familiar, and perfectly nostalgic that, frankly, we have no desire to improve upon it at all."
- Joanna Gaines
Nature