And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Humid seal of soft affections, Tend'rest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connections, Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“This is my first snow at Smith. It is like any other snow, but from a different window, and there lies the… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Even the sublime portal, half of a circlet the color of the first snow, knew their names.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I'll know I'm growing old. — Lady Bird Johnson Copy Share Image
In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die… — Yevgeny Yevtushenko Copy Share Image
The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
The sensation reminds him of the first snow of winter, for those first few hours when everything is blanketed in white, soft… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat… — Anne Carson Copy Share Image
The first snow always startles. It covers the tricycle in the driveway, turning its frame into an abstact sculpture that says: See… — Peggy Noonan Copy Share Image
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you… In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an… — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could… — Candace Bushnell Copy Share Image
“He smells like rain, or like freshly cut grass—the first snow of the year. Like something I’d always known existed, even before… — Lily Kate Copy Share Image
Give me the old familiar world, post-office and all, with this ever new self, with this infinite expectation and faith, which does… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I'm sentimental about many things: the lumpy feel of a baby's unused feet, the metallic smell of the air before the first… — Nancy Gibbs Copy Share Image
“He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and… — Ethel Pochocki Copy Share Image
In London the day after Christmas (Boxing Day), it began to snow: my first snow in England. For five years, I had… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“All the same, there were some things they needed to learn. Do not drink milk after a thunderstorm, for it will certainly… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“One day I'm going to catch you in a full-blown grin, Mr.Tucker," she said, wagging a finger at him, "and when I… — Karen Witemeyer Copy Share Image
Stick season' is a term that I heard older neighbors in Vermont and New Hampshire use to describe the time of year… — Noah Kahan Copy Share Image
“God, I scream for time to let go, to write, to think. But no. I have to exercise my memory in little… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Grief takes about a year,” Mrs. Kelly once told a young mother who had lost her son. “You have to get through… — Patricia Harman Copy Share Image
“At the first step upon the cold surface, Buck's feet sank into a white mushy something very like mud. He sprang back… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“And then instead of going on to Arusha they turned left, he evidently figured that they had the gas, and looking down… — Earnest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“But believe me, Henry. You’re not the first Snow White I’ve seen, and you probably won’t be the last. You’ll do what… — Seanan McGuire Copy Share Image
“At home in Moscow everything was in its winter routine; the stoves were heated, and in the morning it was still dark… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
Then I started thinking to the Destiny makers that continuously create new images y in books, on television or through other media… — Sorin Cerin Copy Share Image
“grader. After the first snow fell the state road crews stopped where the national park boundaries began. But it was a wonderful… — Dana Stabenow Copy Share Image
“Dear you, Yes, you. The person reading this right now. If you're anything like me, sometimes you might feel like you don't… — Emily Trunko Copy Share Image
“Before we met, I was drowned in a deep blue sky, I thought I would never look forward again, I believed I… — Hareem Ch Copy Share Image
“The nuns were not the only ones to take an interest in French-Canadian cooking that fall. It was a November evening, a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“In the winter, when the first snow was too delicate to last on the sidewalks, it clung to the rough surface of… — Betty Smith Copy Share Image
Give me the old familiar walk, postoffice and all, with this ever new self, with this infinite expectation and faith, which does… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
