Isao had never felt that he might want to be a woman. He had never wished for anything else but to be… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
“The light irradiates white peaks of Annapurna marching down the sky, in the great rampart that spreads east and west for eighteen… — Peter Matthiessen Copy Share Image
But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
If I were reading a book and happened to strike a wonderful passage I would close the book then and there and… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
I was standing on the shoulders of other science fiction writers like William Gibson, who had written 'Neuromancer' on a typewriter before… — Ernest Cline Copy Share Image
“The dude feels right fatherly. Takes her down to the crick to wash the underground off of her. Just can't bring himself… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Minnesotans who bought scenic art usually avoided winter scenes. Hannah didn't find that surprising. Minnesota winters were long. Why would they want… — Joanne Fluke Copy Share Image
'Cause you say that You say that things will be alright But I've heard that I've heard that so many times and… — Colbie Calliat Copy Share Image
Outside it's a perfect spring night. We stand on the sidewalk in front of our apartment building, and Henry takes my hand,… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
You said 'God is cruel' the way a person who's lived his whole life on Tahiti might say 'Snow is cold'. You… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
All the fear in the world, and the violence that comes from the fear, and the hatred that comes from the violence,… — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
The way real memories work, from what we understand, is really complex. And it's an interconnection of different things and redundancy in… — Pete Docter Copy Share Image
“You take a step back, and another, and another. It looked like spring when I got here, but as the leaves shrivel… — Starlight Tucker 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
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
“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
Action is called karma. And that's your continuation. When this body disintegrates, you continue on with your actions. It's like the cloud… — Nhat Hanh Copy Share Image
I want to get away from it all. Move to the sticks. Montana. Hundreds of miles from civilization. Get a cabin in… — David Spade Copy Share Image
“I miss the snow. I miss looking at it, walking in it, tasting it. I used to love those days when it… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
Behind us lay the great Antarctic Land; snow peaks rising beyond one another until by distance they dwindled away into insignificancy. The… — Louis Bernacchi 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
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
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
“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
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
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
