Sunwarmed Quotes & Sayings

I can gab with pretty much anyone. — Kyle Chandler

Give to you; and if I have chosen my own time and way for handing it over, you can hardly blame me, considering the trouble I had to find you. Your father could not remember his own name when he gave me the paper, and he never told me yours; so on the whole I think I ought — J.R.R. Tolkien

The two
heart-grey puddles:
two
mouthsfull of silence. — Paul Celan

When I woke in the dark I was smiling - it's a happy thing to brace for a visit from old friend Envy who then for some reason never shows up. — Leif Enger

Before you decide who to take along on your journey of life, you should first figure out your destination. [inspired by, Dr.Sekandari and Mojaddidi] — Nafisa Sekandari

Sometimes people don't have to say or do anything weird. They just sit there, quietly sipping tea, all the while putting out an ultrasonic scream like they are dying inside. — Adam Baker

Of course I talk to myself.
Sometimes, I need expert advice! — Edward Henheffer

How exactly does a steam-powered gun turret differentiate between friend and foe? I wasn't aware that boiled water could form allegiances. — Yahtzee Croshaw

There were times when it was better to beg forgiveness than ask for identification. Reed — Evan Currie

Now from his breast into the eyes the ache
of longing mounted, and he wept at last,
his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms,
longed for as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmer
spent in rough water where his ship went down
under Poseidon's blows, gale winds and tons of sea.
Few men can keep alive through a big serf
to crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beaches
in joy, in joy, knowing the abyss behind:
and so she too rejoiced, her gaze upon her husband,
her white arms round him pressed as though forever. — Homer

My first memory is of the smell of sunwarmed earth. — Zoe Marriott

God is basic Fact. He must not be thought of as a featureless generality. He is the most concrete thing there is. — C.S. Lewis

Winter Liar by Liam Doyle the Incubus
What come once here will never come again,
no matter monument nor memory;
all sunwarmed green succumbs to winter's wind.
And you, my love, were also my best friend,
and had your life to live. The tragedy
was not just my youth's recklessness, although
I trusted much to impulse, whim, freedom,
a destiny excluding doom. Frankly,
youth can be our insanity. But now I'm cured
of that fever, although the price was high;
and chilly April wind can only sigh
at my regrets, yet sun will brighten wind so,
one knows that soon green stirs, and wild bees hum.
And summer once more will make winter liar,
but I won't warm. You're all I'll ever desire. — Juliet Dark