The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNFrom her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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I’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
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We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
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I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
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