How many mothers have emerged from a family trip to a Disney movie and been obliged to explain the facts of death… — Richard Corliss Copy Share Image
Snow, get behind me!" Charming shouted as he leaped to his feet. "I'll handle this brute." "Billy", the teacher cried. "This is… — Michael Buckley Copy Share Image
“Let's see where this leads us, this adventure with the thrum of the music and the blizzard of stagy snow...happy tears freezing… — Daniel Handler Copy Share Image
“With daylight (it was exactly a week since he last dressed for the office) he found himself passing through farmland over which… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share Image
I met Michael Snow and Stan Brakhage the second day after I arrived, you know. I had never seen or heard of… — Babette Mangolte Copy Share Image
Answer my question, Dresden,' Nicodemus growled. 'What is that?' 'A precaution against getting stuck in deep snow,' I said. 'He's training to… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
When the moon shall have faded out from the sky, and the sun shall shine at noonday a dull cherry red, and… — William Jacob Holland Copy Share Image
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“To tell you the truth,’ said Lady Hardcastle, ‘I’ve never quite understood the attraction of snow. It’s beautiful for the first hour… — T E Kinsey Copy Share Image
Till I, high in the tower of my time Among familiar ruins, began to cry For accident, sickness, justice, war and crime,… — Howard Nemerov Copy Share Image
I think of no news to tell you. It is a serene summer day here, all above the snow. The hens steal… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
You can find us fishing in Miami offshore somewhere, riding jet skis, and doing fun stuff like that. My brother likes to… — Jermell Charlo Copy Share Image
Winter has caused damage everywhere: meadow and forest are all grey, where before you heard many sounds. If I could see the… — Walther von der Vogelweide Copy Share Image
The young mouse's eyes snapped open, clear and bright. He swung the ancient sword high and struck at the giant adder. He… — Brian Jacques Copy Share Image
I should like to be the landscape which I am contemplating, I should like this sky, this quiet water to think themselves… — Simone de Beauvoir Copy Share Image
The things we truly love, the things forming the basis and roots of our being, are generally things we never look at.… — Jean Dubuffet Copy Share Image
Marisa! Marisa!” The cry was torn from Lord Asriel, and with the snow leopard beside her, with a roaring in her ears,… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Draco's like... snow," said Hermione quietly, her gaze absent and distracted. "It's cold and cruel to begin with, but it's somehow beautiful,… — Bex-chan Copy Share Image
“The day, a compunctious Sunday after a week of blizzards, had been part jewel, part mud. In the midst of my usual… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Each must act as he thinks best; and if he is wrong, so much the worse for him. We stand on a… — James Fitzjames Stephen Copy Share Image
“As I prepared for Christmas one year, a thought came to me: “Why a baby?” It rolled around and around for days.… — Larada Horner-Miller Copy Share Image
I love you like a river that understands that it must learn to flow differently over waterfalls and to rest in the… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. You are as young as your faith, as old… — Douglas MacArthur Copy Share Image
It is reported from the famous worshiper Rabi'ah al-Adawiyya (radiAllahu anha) that she said: "I have never heard the adhaan except that… — Rabia Basri Copy Share Image
Sister Eliza R. Snow was given a charge from the prophet Brigham Young to help lift and teach the sisters of the… — Eliza R. Snow Copy Share Image
“She wanted to stay out there, to hang on her branch in the world until the cold had burned down to her… — Adam Foulds Copy Share Image
'Woman on the Plaza,' with its distinct horizon, snow-like surfaces, wintry wall, stunning sunlight, sharp shadows, and hurrying figure, would become the… — Sam Abell Copy Share Image
She stood looking carefully at the labeled portraits Ursala had put up: Little Crow, Chief of the Santees, Geronimo, last of the… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
Come, see the north-wind's masonry, Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Most people work fifty weeks a year so they can do this the other 2. Well the smart ones live in a… — Warren Miller Copy Share Image
Poem (Lana Turner has collapsed!) Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenly it started raining and snowing and you… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
Well you only need the light when it's burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow Only know you… — Passenger Copy Share Image
For some stories, it's easy. The moral of 'The Three Bears,' for instance, is "Never break into someone else's house.' The moral… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
As the plow pushes through a parking lot of light fluffy snow, the snow clumps together in bigger and bigger chunks. Out… — Neil deGrasse Tyson Copy Share Image
She used to drive me to clubs for engagements and when I was 16 I got a job presenting a TV show… — Lisa Stansfield Copy Share Image
and they shook hands, hit each other on the shoulder, then there was forty feet of distance between them and nothing to… — Annie Proulx Copy Share Image
What you people who weren't yet born can never know is what it meant to sleep in cities under silent falls of… — Timothy Findley Copy Share Image
I wish this story were different. I wish it were more civilized. I wish it showed me in a better light, if… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
