Posts tagged Irish
Excerpt | I Like You

“I really like you, Midori. A lot.”
“How much is a lot?”
“Like a spring bear,” I said.
“A spring bear?” Midori looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear.”
“You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, “Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?”
“Yeah. Really nice.”
“That’s how much I like you.” 

Murakami, H. (1987 ) Norwegian Wood

Excerpt | Which Way

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to."
"I don't much care where -"
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go.” 

Carroll, L. (1865) Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

Excerpt | Next Summer

"Harry, I've left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry -" 
"They won't," said Harry. 
"That you're safe -" 
"That'll just depress them."
" - and you'll see them next summer." 
"Do I have to?" 

Rowling, J. K. (2003) Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Et Cetera | Pierre-Auguste Renoir
 
Picking Flowers, 1875

Picking Flowers, 1875

 
Excerpt | Dill

Summer was our best season:
it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots,
or trying to sleep in the treehouse;
summer was everything good to eat;
it was a thousand colours in a parched landscape;
but most of all, summer was Dill.

Lee, H. (1960) To Kill A Mockingbird

Et Cetera | Adolf Heinrich Claus Hansen
 
Summer day at Fredensborg Palace, Denmark 1859–1925

Summer day at Fredensborg Palace, Denmark 1859–1925

 
Excerpt | Wisdom

Wisdom speaks with a silent tongue.

Skelton, M. (2006) Endymion Spring

Excerpt | Perspective

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

Steinbeck, J. (1962) Travels with Charley: In Search of America

EXCERPT | Beginnings

Beginnings are sudden, but also insidious.
They creep up on you sideways, they keep to the shadows, they lurk unrecognized.
Then, later, they spring.

Atwood, M. (2000) The Blind Assassin

Excerpt | Grounded

It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.

Tolkien, J. R. R. (1955) The Lord of the Rings

Excerpt | Twins

“Fred, you next," the plump woman said.
"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy.
"Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy and off he went.

Rowling, J.K. (1997) Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone