It was one of those winter days that suddenly dream of spring, when the sky is blue and soft and clear, and… — Shirley Jackson 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
Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts,… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air. It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
