Olaf Summer Quotes

Last night, walking on the heath, she and I, alive, condescended toward the stars. For then we knew quite surely that all the pother of the universe was but a prelude to that summer night and our uniting, and all the ages to come but a cadence after our loving. Nestled down into the heather, we laughed, and took joy of one another, justifying the cosmic enterprise for ever by the moments of our caressing, while the simple stars watched unseeing. Thus lovers, nations, worlds, nay galaxies, conceive themselves the crest of all that is.

Hypothetically possible Hypothetically possible Reaching for the impossible Like darkness that seeks the light Like Olaf that dreams of Summer But hey, Olaf gets his personal snow shower in the end Something impossible might just be hypothetically possible If we hold our judgement If we dare enough to try If we dare enough to overpower our inner darkness called, Fear

The morning sunlight gleams on Olaf’s chainmail and his cropped white-blond hair. He’s lying against a crate, thick arms crossed over his chest, mouth open as he snores. Around him, men are crouching and cackling to themselves as they balance things on him – he has a pile of round cheeses like a little tower on his forehead, and some stone kerns on his knees and elbows. I catch my burst of laughter with my hand. Ivar snorts at the sight, similarly trying not to wake him – but when Thrain comes out, his bark of surprised laughter does it.