La Dolce Vita

"There’s an ache deep in my belly. Like a bruise. A reminder. And I carry it like a child. Hand over the place where it lives. The spreading purple seeping into the meat of me. Tendrils creeping out to wrap around my heart, my breath, my eyes. Until it’s all tinted with shadow and the sky disappears. And the colour of you is only a memory."

La Dolce Vita

Max Lucado

"A book should be a garden that fits in the hands. Word-petals of color. Stems of strength. Roots of truth. Turn a page and turn the seasons. Read the sentence and enjoy the roses. "

Max Lucado

Winston S. Churchill

"I cannot pretend to be impartial about the colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns."

Winston S. Churchill