“Five tender apricots in a blue bowl, a brief and exact promise of things to come.”
“Romance is a tender kiss with a lingering promise of more to come.”
“The brief silence that follows is as tender as arainstorm of daisies.”
“Respect is tendered with pleasure only where it is not exacted.”
“The ocean-blue bowl won’t refuse to bruise, won’t hold it back from the gaping earth-wounds.There will still come water, chill wind and happy goosebumps, and in the utmost corners of oaks, leaves laughing.”
“When you paint Spring, do not paint willows, plums, peaches, or apricots, but just paint Spring. To paint willows, plums, peaches, or apricots is to paint willows, plums, peaches, or apricots - it is not yet painting Spring.”