21 Quotes by Hannah Richell

They have the place to themselves and for a while they simply sit and look out at the view, her body relaxing into his. The cloudless sky is a spectacular wash of graduated colors- navy highest above them, fading to lighter cyan closer to the earth, under-lit by the rosy blush of the sun hovering upon the horizon. There is a peace to the place, a certain stillness, nothing but the setting sun and the occasional silhouette of a soaring bird to distract from the awe-inspiring view.

Read a lot.Write a lot.Delete a lot.

I'm still waiting for a moment with our gracious host." Something in his wry smile offsets the intensity in his eyes. Really, he is very handsome. "And in the meantime," he adds, with a sideways glance, "I have you."He is flirting with her; very gently, but definitely flirting and it's at that moment that Lillian realizes he have no more idea of her identity than she has of his.

You're right to wait for a love that feels passionate and true- a love that you can't live without- but in the meantime, take the reins." She sounds urgent. "Don't let life just happen to you. Go out there and make it wonderful. Paint your pictures. Make them beautiful. Love. Laugh. Live.

Stopping at a damask rose bush laden with pink flowers, she cuts several stems, laying them in her basket before bending to breathe in their fragrance, sweet and pungent like Turkish delight. Further on, she trims bunches of ruffled sweet-pea blossoms, growing in spirals around tall cane pyramids.

Home. She closes her eyes and thinks of a swaying meadow, dappled sunlight falling through green branches, walking among tall, leafy trees. She thinks of long, tapered feathers with eyes the color of emeralds and sapphires.

So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me. -Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I love you," he says.She pulls away, and studies him carefully, but the words rise up in her too, undeniable, irrepressible. "I love you."He smiles. "L'amour étend sur moi ses ailes!""What is that?""A line from the song your sister was listening to.""What does it mean?""Love spreads its wings over me.

Patricia Lovell up at the vicarage wants everything "vintage" themed this year. She wants it all 1950s Country Living style. You know the sort of thing: pastel bunting, flowers in jam jars and mismatched teacups.