We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNHe was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
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Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
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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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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
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We all need more solitude sundays.
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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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I see the world in shades of you.
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In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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It takes effort to make it to forever.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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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’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
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Open your heart to life before summer is over.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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