“Have you got a Beemer, an Audi, a Saab or a Volvo that replaced a Ford, Vauxhall, Rover or Nissan? Many Brits have. Your first Beemer. A particularly nice smell of leather. Something rather plain but satisfactory about the interior. And that lovely enamel wotsit in the middle of the steering wheel. A moment of quiet 'because I'm worth it' pride.” FirstsMomentsNiceMiddlePrideQuietSmellLovelyWheelsReplacedWorth ItInteriorsLeatherSteeringBritsVolvoAudi Author:Peter York
“Spring TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It is apparent that there is no death. But what does that signify? Not only under ground are the brains of men Eaten by maggots. Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.” KnowsMenLittlesDoeEnoughEarthPurposeBrainSunFlowerReturnQuietSpringEmptyHotSmellOpeningFlightCupsHillsIdiotNecksAprilStairsBabblingMaggotsCrocusesEmpty Cup Book:Second April: Easyread Super Large 18pt Edition Source: Second April: Easyread Super Large 18pt Edition
“summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people. for those few months, you’re not required to be who everyone thinks you are, and that cut-grass smell in the air and the chance to dive into the deep end of a pool give you a courage you don’t have the rest of the year. you can be grateful and easy, with no eyes on you, and no past. summer just opens the door and lets you out.” PeopleThinkingGivingYearsEndsHappensEyePastEasyChanceCuttingWonderfulDoorsAirChildhoodMonthsQuietSummerGratefulSmellGrassPoolBe GratefulWonderful ThingsSummer LoveQuiet PeopleHot SummerSummer Is ComingCute SummerSummer Time Author:Deb Caletti
“I let her through. She checked Derek's pulse and his breathing, saying both seemed okay, then leaned down to his face. "Nothing weird on his breath. Smells . . . like toothpaste." Derek's eyes opened, and the first thing he saw was Tori's face inches from his. He jumped and let out an oath. Simon cracked up. I madly motioned for him to be quiet. "Are you okay?" I asked Derek. "He is now," Simon said. "After Tori jump-started his heart.” FirstsHeartSaidEyeFacesSawsQuietOkayBreathsSmellBreathingInchesPulseOathCrackedToothpaste Book:The Reckoning: Number 3 in series Source: The Reckoning: Number 3 in series