Leaves like rusty tin for the desolate mind that has seen the end- the barest glimmerings. Leaves aswirl with gulls made wild… — Giorgos Seferis Copy Share Image
In Winter, [the Antarctic] is perhaps the dreariest of places. Our base, Little America, lay in a bowl of ice, near the… — Richard E. Byrd Copy Share Image
“My art unkind, my energy all gone blind;The limbs uneven, the face shallower,Because those who I see are not seen,Those who see… — Santosh Kalwar Copy Share Image
“way for new, winter taking away the remnants of the old to clear room for the young growth. Life, in other words,… — Diana Palmer Copy Share Image
There were 15 people in the village, including five of us. If my father arrested somebody in the winter, he'd have to… — Leslie Nielsen Copy Share Image
As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility,… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
When the publisher here in America wanted to put the word "memoir" on the title page [of 'Winter Journal'] and on the… — Paul Auster Copy Share Image
I don't mind your showing me your legs. They're very swell legs and it's a pleasure to make their acquaintace. I don't… — Raymond Chandler Copy Share Image
Boxing is a sport of self-control. You must understand fear so you can manipulate it. Fear is like fire. You can make… — Cus D'Amato Copy Share Image
Whiles in the early Winter eve We pass amid the gathering night Some homestead that we had to leave Years past; and… — William Morris Copy Share Image
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
When I'm down on energy, I have these superfoods powders with supergreens, algae, spirulina, and wheat germ extract. Sometimes I have a… — Natalia Vodianova Copy Share Image
“PART ONE BRIGHT WINTER SKIES Christmas, 1274 A.D. The de Wolfe stronghold of Castle Questing The snows were fierce along the borders… — Kathryn Le Veque Copy Share Image
Surfing and music have always been two completely separate things in my life, and a lot of people, especially in the UK,… — Ben Howard Copy Share Image
“Last one,” Winter said, pointing to the mirror. “Try Tsunami.” “She’s probably back at the academy,” Qibli said with a sigh. Most… — Tui T. Sutherland Copy Share Image
“December is an old friend; it reminds you of the past, together you share some laughs and tears, you feel warm-hearted though… — Mohamed Atef Copy Share Image
Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence,… — William Blake Copy Share Image
I think bare legs in winter are idiotic. Unless your naked pins are toned, tanned and veinless, it's best to cover up.… — Joan Collins Copy Share Image
All this time I lived with my parents, and wrought on the plantation; and having had schooling pretty well for a planter,… — John Woolman Copy Share Image
Truly, Autumn is my season,” the scarlet beast chorted. “Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
The thing that surprised me the other day was, and I was quite taken aback when I realized it, I am nearly… — Ian McElhinney Copy Share Image
If my daughter's going to go out in the winter with summer clothes, I'm gonna question it. And at some point, I… — Susanne Bier Copy Share Image
“Van Gogh on Christmas: And now we’re slowly heading towards winter, and many dread it, but Christmas is wonderful, it’s like the… — Liesbeth Heenk Copy Share Image
“Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come to them with a vengeance. But it is high summer… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
I would not a bit mind sleeping in the cool grass in summer, and when winter came on sheltering myself by the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
We were just covered in dirt the whole time. It was so hot - and that was in winter. I can not… — Toni Collette 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
Where did you get that?" Jace looked down and saw that the spider demon's poison had eaten a hole in his shirt,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Surely this trial is just for a season. All I need is the strength to endure — to see through the darkness… — Tracy Leininger Craven Copy Share Image
“O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“But I understood, now, that we don’t live only for ourselves. We’re connected by millions of shared experiences and dreams and nightmares,… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Never since the beginning of the world has there been so little light. Our winter afternoons have been known at times to… — Charles Simic Copy Share Image
In the winter I was with Nelson Piquet. He was talking about his capacity to race faster. He said that he was… — Jean Alesi Copy Share Image
In the winter, things are dead and dull, but then there is an explosion of life. That's what He promises people who… — Si Robertson Copy Share Image
We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
“With my big 80s hair, my cut off jean shorts, and my roller skates, I’m going to look sexy on my way… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“On that last day, somewhere ahead, inside an unseasonably warm winter night, he’ll say my name and leave a hole no one… — Rebecca Tsaros Dickson Copy Share Image
Along with rising and falling water, winter is the province of wind. When the sea-breath and mountain-roar bend the hemlocks of these… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying… — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image