| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a558aa3 | There was a skyness to the sky and a nowness to the world that he had never seen or felt or realized before. | world pretty-words sky | Neil Gaiman | |
| 3068dde | The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air--a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves. | winter pretty-words night | Neil Gaiman | |
| 88c2290 | Five girls sat beside, and upon the branches of, the oldest apple tree in the orchard, its huge trunk making a fine seat and support; and whenever the May breeze blew, the pink blossoms tumbled down like snow, coming to rest in their hair and on their skirts. The afternoon sunlight dappled green and silver and gold through the leaves in the apple orchard. | orchard pretty-words sunlight | Neil Gaiman |