There were times when I lifted my face to the sky, stretched my arms wide to the winter night, and laughed out… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
I wanted the collection for Target to reinterpret all the must-haves of Stella McCartney for winter and to make my designs more… — Stella McCartney Copy Share Image
“It’s a family joke that when I was a tiny child I turned from the window out of which I was watching… — Philip Roth Copy Share Image
France has neither winter, nor summer, nor morals. France is miserable because it is filled with Frenchmen, and Frenchmen are miserable because… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
“Maybe we won't have the beauty of a perfect summer. But neither do we have to endure the callousness of an uncaring… — Jody Hedlund Copy Share Image
Javy [Baez] grew up in Puerto Rico, played a lot of baseball as a youth, played a lot of winter ball. He's… — Joe Maddon Copy Share Image
“Sin: I've survived a winter in Siberia when I was ten. Boyd: what were you doing there at ten years old? Sin:… — Santino Hassell Copy Share Image
We cannot stop the winter or the summer from coming. We cannot stop the spring or the fall or make them other… — Gary Zukav Copy Share Image
“Buch Der Lieder: Lyrisches Intermezzo: ‘Es liegt der heisse Sommer’ There lies the heat of summer On your cheek’s lovely art: There… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
He [D'Artangnan] succumbs to her [Miledy Winter] level of seduction and gives into it. It's only when the series starts to progress… — Luke Pasqualino Copy Share Image
But days even earlier than these in April have a charm, — even days that seem raw and rainy… There is a… — Thomas Wentworth Higginson Copy Share Image
“During the Winter. The month of Winter is coming, It is coming, I can feel it deep in my bones, Penetrating through,… — Mwanandeke Kindembo Copy Share Image
“They snatched the girl off her tire swing in the backyard and dragged her into the woods; her body made a shallow… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
In the spring or warmer weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Being a Daddy is priority number one. When you are old and facing oblivion in a nursing home or a hospital or… — Ben Stein Copy Share Image
And how stands the city on this winter night? More prosperous, more secure, and happier than it was 8 years ago. But… — Ronald Reagan Copy Share Image
What, I sometimes wonder, would it be like if I lived in a country where winter is a matter of a few… — Anna Neagle Copy Share Image
Early in April, as I was vigorously hoeing in a corner, I unearthed a huge toad, to my perfect delight and satisfaction;… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
Lichfield, England. Swallows certainly sleep all winter. A number of them conglobulate together, by flying round and round, and then all in… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
“By lunchtime the valley was lightly coated, like a cake with confectioner's sugar...there was white fur on the antlers of the iron… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
In two and a half years' trekking across central Asia, I'd become attuned to the late autumn conditions when the hazards of… — Tim Cope Copy Share Image
“Iced tea! Nothing is half so refreshing as a glass of black tea piled high with ice! More than a quencher of… — Paul Kortepeter Copy Share Image
Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh, Through… — Lydia M. Child Copy Share Image
LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; NY gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Summers are the best. And I figured summer was my best time for meeting someone, too, because in the summer people are… — Andrew Tobias 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
I've worked in almost every other place in Canada except Toronto, funny enough, where my husband's from. The first time I was… — Tori Spelling Copy Share Image
“Winter's not for adding things but for cutting things. It's the best season, the safest one, actually, to look closely at all… — Mark Buchanan Copy Share Image
Growing up in a place that has winter, you learn to avoid self-pity. Winter is not a personal experience, everybody else is… — Garrison Keillor Copy Share Image
The point they (Lissitzky, Rodchenko, Tatlin, Gabo, the neo-Plasticists, and so on) all had in common was to be inside and outside… — Willem de Kooning Copy Share Image
“It was nearly winter. I had just seen a friend die, and was again beginning to take pleasure in my own existence.… — Peter Handke Copy Share Image
“In the winter everyones hate was bare if you looked. She saw hate in the icicles that hung from her window; she… — Hubert Selby Jr Copy Share Image
How can the mind be so imperfect?" she says with a smile. I look at my hands. Bathed in the moonlight, they… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
My daddy's face is a study. Winter moves into it and presides there. His eyes become a cliff of snow threatening to… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
...trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
When my family moved from Ireland in the 70s, Britain was such a difficult place to be Irish. It was a decade… — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
“I. IN WINTER Myself Pale mornings, and I rise. Still Morning Snow air--my fingers curl. Awakening New snow, O pine of dawn!… — Yvor Winters Copy Share Image
Life is fragile: it thrives only in a narrow range of temperatures between freezing and boiling. How lucky that our planet is… — Leonard Susskind Copy Share Image
“Winter. No one likes winter.” “It gets dark early, I like that.” “Why?” Because that means the day has ended. I like… — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
We knew the pain of winter rushing up your skirt, and the ache of keeping your knees together in class, and how… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image