How to unravel the knot of reality? Slowly and patiently. You cannot run away from it. You cannot run towards it. Yet… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
“Sometimes the end of a stage in your life doesn’t announce itself with trumpets or fireworks. Sometimes it just seeps in, like… — Sarina Bowen Copy Share Image
It is said that God gave us memory so we could have roses in winter. But it is also true that without… — George Will Copy Share Image
Adversity draws men together and produces beauty and harmony in lifes relationships, just as the cold of winter produces ice-flowers on the… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“Can the flowers refuse to grow, or the birds decline to sing again just because the winter was harsh? No--but I don't… — Lisa Klein Copy Share Image
“Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color,… — Siobhan Vivian Copy Share Image
“Still, I remember a more expansive time when the first winter snowfall was a magical act of creation and cold seemed incapable… — Eric Schaller Copy Share Image
I heard you've been having some problems with your girlfriend." Headmistress Northcutt says. "No," I say. "Not at all." Audrey broke up… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
Of all the seasons, winter is the most conducive to the great art of dormancy. This art requires an appreciation of semi-consciousness:… — Michael Leunig Copy Share Image
“Two weeks later, I wore a coat to school for the first time that year. Fall had made its presence known in… — Ruth Emmie Lang Copy Share Image
One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine trees, crusted with snow, And… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“Christmas Hyacinths The air grows cleaner with each sight Of words - silver and clear - Without heaviness and sighs. Winter closes in on… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“Winters in Portugal had been, at worst, cool and gloomy. In Quebec, Serafim discovered that the coolness in the air could quickly… — Mark Lavorato Copy Share Image
Spring stands for when I met you, and you started to bloom like the trees in my garden. Summer stands for when… — Oksana Serdyuk Copy Share Image
The bulk of our efforts [in The Khaled Hosseini Foundation] has focused on helping build permanent shelters for returning refugees who are… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
Where I lived - winter and hard earth.I sat in my cold stone roomchoosing tough words, granite, flint,to break the ice. My… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
Confit is not something that comes to mind for summer. Usually it means duck confit, made by cooking the legs and thighs… — Geoffrey Zakarian Copy Share Image
I've been a dweller on the plains, have sighed when summer days were gone; No more I'll sigh; for winter here Hath… — Dorothy Wordsworth Copy Share Image
It feels silly to watch endless hours of winter sports every four years, when we never watch them any other time, and… — Jill Lepore Copy Share Image
Sweetheart, when you walk my way, Be it dark or be it day; Dreary winter, fairy May, I shall know and greet… — Frank Lebby Stanton Copy Share Image
“On the solstice: “The tilting of the earth may very well have stopped at the winter solstice, creaking to a halt and… — John Jerome Copy Share Image
Late August still feels like summer here in the Ozarks, but it is the time of year the nighthawks are moving on… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
“No, it's because every goddamned winter, the brain cells that know how miserable it is here freeze and die. It takes 'em… — P.J. Tracy Copy Share Image
I love the simple poetry of theater, where you can stand in a spotlight on a stage and wrap a coat around… — Gary Oldman Copy Share Image
My son, Laurier, and I love being outdoors. We like to ski and to skate, to play in the snow, and simply… — Julie Payette Copy Share Image
It always depresses me when people moan about how commercial Christmas is. I love everything about it. The tradition of having this… — Richard E. Grant Copy Share Image
If a guy hits .300 every year, what does he have to look forward to? I always tried to stay around .190,… — Bob Uecker Copy Share Image
“Every petal tells the story of how a bud blossomed into a flower, pushing through the night and opening in dawn. This… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
Pleasant is a rainy winter's day, within doors! The best study for such a day, or the best amusement,—call it which you… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
When that white driver stepped back toward us, when he waved his hand and ordered us up and out of our seats,… — Rosa Parks Copy Share Image
But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange and red, and red and… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Cutting off fundamental, curiosity-driven science is like eating the seed corn. We may have a little more to eat next winter but… — Carl Sagan Copy Share Image
I remember running out of gas in the Suburban that my dad used to come pick me up in. We ran out… — Mike Perry Copy Share Image
“In this part of California, there is no fall or spring. Summer drops right into winter, into summer, back and forth. Our… — Kelley York Copy Share Image
Happiness is a by-product rather than an end in itself. It pops into your life unbidden, and then tends to pop out… — Monty Don Copy Share Image
Time and rest are needed for absorption. Psychologists confirm that it is really in the summer that our muscles learn to skate… — Jacques Barzun Copy Share Image
The consolations of space are nameless things. It was after the neurosis of winter. It was In the genius of summer that… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
But, for as cold and wretched as it looks, the sun has not forsaken it. He has only drawn away from it… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Global trade has advantages. For starters, it allows those of us who live through winter to eat fresh produce year-round. And it… — David Suzuki Copy Share Image
My autumn/winter 2011-12 collection embodies the bold and beautiful while reflecting an innovative style and passion for immaculate design. I believe that… — Emilia Wickstead Copy Share Image