Hold fast to whatever fragments of love that exist, for sometimes a mosaic is more beautiful than an unbroken pattern.
Dawn PowellI want so much for my lover. At night when our beds are drawn close together I waken and see his dear yellow head on the pillow - sometimes his arm thrown over on my bed - and I kiss his hand, very softly so that it will not waken him.
Dawn PowellSatire is people as they are; romanticism, people as they would like to be; realism, people as they seem with their insides left out.
Dawn Powell