Sunshine was streaming through the high windows on to the bent heads, which shone chestnut and copper and gold in the bright light.
We grew in age--and love--together,
Roaming the forest, and the wild;
My breast her shield in wintry weather--
And, when the friendly sunshine smil'd,
And she would mark the opening skies,
I saw no Heaven--but in her eyes.
Reklam
"Don't call her Sunshine."
"Why not?"
"Because she is moonlight. The mist that shrouds the mountains. The bite of electricity in the air before a storm. The smoke that rolls across a battlefield before the killing starts. You have no idea what she is. What she could be. You should call her Majesty."
"Kaybeden kimdir biliyor musun? Gerçek kaybeden, kazanamamaktan çok korkan insanlardır. Onlar denemezler bile."
Little M iss Sunshine
Da-in missed her grandmother. Unlike her, Grandma lived life with a healthy dose of optimism. Even on a rough day, all she’d need to do is take a walk outside, soak in the sunshine and she’d be able to brush off the unhappiness. Da-in had never seen huge waves of emotions roll off her; she was always like a little boat cruising down a calm river.
Reklam
Reklam