There must be some nerve and heroism in our love, as of a winter morning. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“Love should feel like a hand sewn quilt made by grandma, wrapping you up on a cold winter morning.” — Carroll Bryant Copy Share Image
There's just something wonderful about a cold, clear winter morning that makes you want to slow down and take time to stop… — Nikhil Saluja Copy Share Image
“In the deep-freezing winter, let us sing heart touching songs of love to invite the blooming spring and amazing summer. Wishing you… — Debasish Mridha Copy Share Image
“His kiss was light but lingering, like smoke from shivering lips on a freezing winter morning.” — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
I get up very early in the morning. I enjoy the quietness, the stillness, the rawness in the winter and fall. It's… — Edward Kennedy Copy Share Image
“One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far… — Ezra Jack Keats Copy Share Image
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
In winter the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
“Randy knew he wasn't an alcoholic because an alcoholic craved liquor. He never craved it. He just drank for pleasure and the… — Pat Frank Copy Share Image
“I smelled of gin. Not just casually, as if I had taken four or five drinks of a winter morning to get… — Raymond Chandler Copy Share Image
Let the fairy tale begin on a winter's morning, then, with one drop of blood newly-fallen on the ivory snow: a drop… — Ellen Kushner Copy Share Image
Every time I jog through the world, I am awed by what I find. On a winter morning, when it seems too… — Bernie Siegel Copy Share Image
When they set off for their first day at their new school, I will never forget that winter morning as I watched… — Michelle Obama Copy Share Image
Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appears, with considered judgement, bears the light… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
“winter morning sun that came from beneath the wooden blinds and marked the new day. Another day. She grew giddy with laughter,… — Alice McDermott Copy Share Image
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
You wouldn't let him do it, would you, Jamie?" Jamie's expression was very serene. She stared at Andrew when she spoke to… — Julie Garwood Copy Share Image
“What?” Chaol asked, his brows rising. She didn’t know whether he simply didn’t notice, or he didn’t want to say anything, but… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“All these miseries seemed compounded into a single horrific moment one misty winter morning when she turned from the woodstove with an… — Daniel James Brown Copy Share Image
The phenomena of the year take place every day in a pond on a small scale. Every morning, generally speaking, the shallow… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Winter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snowmen And houses into birthday cakes And spreading sugar over lakes. Smooth… — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
“Anthology-- What binds together the moments/of earthly grace? What gathers up/the last white daisy in an amber field;/ a baby bird hatching… — Jenny Hubbard Copy Share Image
“The scribe was a strict teacher and he did not accept anything less than perfect... Like a mother sensing the baby quickening… — Theresa Breslin Copy Share Image
“Having fled to the New World, but with the scars of the Old World still etched in their skin, they had burned… — Thomas Olde Heuvelt Copy Share Image
“I want so badly to help you realize, Elizabeth Anne, how difficult and puzzling and full of wonder it all is: some… — Richard B. Wright Copy Share Image
“At first of course everybody had been quiet, fearful. The funeral procession snaked its way through the drab, slushy little city in… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“You wake up on a winter morning and pull up the shade, and what lay there the evening before is no longer… — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
“It isn't at all suprising that horses figure in so many diffrent ways in myth and story-there is such power in them… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
“Memory in these incomparable streets, in mosaics of pain and sweetness, was clear to me now, a unity at last. I remembered… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“One minute it was Ohio winter, with doors closed, windows locked, the panes blind with frost, icicles fringing every roof, children skiing… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
“It's early on a beautiful winter morning. The house is quiet. The sun is shining. I'm thankful. I'm happy. My cup runneth… — Mindy Levy Copy Share Image
“Let's say you had to report back to heaven at the end of your time on earth, tell them what your personal… — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
“There's something very comforting about the ritual of jam-making. It speaks of cellars filled with preserves; of neat rows of jars on… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
I'm old enough to remember when the air over American cities was a lot dirtier than it is now. You've probably never… — P. J. O'Rourke Copy Share Image
