After the wind and rain and sand
The snow finally began to fall
Blanketing white nights with white days
— Chimako Tada, from “Legend of the Snow
”, translated by Jeffrey Angles
[What would it taste like, what would it feel like, if that liquid sliding down my throat was not champagne.] But the elixir of life.
— Katherine Neville, from The Eight
Gold for yes and green for no,
Seventeen the last to know.
— Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl, from Beautiful Creatures
[The child had been given free reign for she was all of nine years old now, her natural taste beginning to form, and white wreath and muslin dress were as simple as Anna’s own. But if there was a bridesmaid suffused with the sheer joy of living on such splendid and dazzling day, that bridesmaid was Ollie Byrne.] And Anna smiled and laid her hand lightly on the bright curls, and turned to walk steadily to where Rupert waited: a man who had passed beyond all doubt and uncertainty - a man who had come home.
— Eva Ibbotson, from The Secret Countess
There he saw the sister of Gregory, the girl with the gold-red hair, cutting lilac before breakfast, with the great unconscious gravity of a girl.
— G.K. Chesterton, from The Man Who Was Thursday
[Beneath her body are the cool stone and the whole mountain, enormous and solid and infinite.] She thinks: How thin is the crust of Earth.
— David Grossman, from To the End of the Land
(trans. Jessica Cohen)