When the ice of winter holds the house in its rigid grip, when curtains are drawn against that vast frozen waste of… — Mirabel Osler Copy Share Image
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We can sometimes find a person again, but we cannot abolish time. And so on until the unforeseen day, gloomy as a… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Light That's how I feel- like the winter-fringed breeze might scoop me up into its wings, fly away with me trapped in… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“The years came and went, the children came and left. The worst of getting old is not tiredness and aches and pains,… — Marianne Fredriksson Copy Share Image
“The bird does not have an instinct to fly South in winter without a real South to match it; nor has the… — Orison Swett Marden Copy Share Image
“the first thing that’s gonna tip everyone off that the world is ending is this thing called Fimbulvetr which just means THE… — Cory O'Brien Copy Share Image
First of all, I don't think of myself as a northern Michigan writer. I think of myself as an American writer who… — Jack Driscoll Copy Share Image
“The winter loves me', he retorted, and then, disliking the whimsical sound of that, added, 'I mean as much as you can… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
He wanted to care, and he could not care. For he had gone away and he could never go back anymore. The… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Birds are flyin' south for winter. Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north, Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin', Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth. He… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
I think of love and marriage in the same way I do plants: We have perennials and annuals. The perennial plant blooms,… — Glennon Doyle Melton Copy Share Image
Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
After announcing that the 2000 season would be his last before retirement: Last winter I made the decision to coach for only… — LaVell Edwards Copy Share Image
“Winter was come indeed bringing with it those pleasures of which the summer dreamer knows nothing—the delight when the fine and glittering… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“If on a winter's night a traveler, outside the town of Malbork, leaning from the steep slope without fear of wind or… — Italo Calvino Copy Share Image
“The mountain trees that grew between the pines were a brilliant blaze of fall colors, like fire against the emerald green of… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“December. The days begin white and glittering with snow---on the roof, the branches of the sycamore, where a robin has taken up… — Emilia Hart 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
“There's something about being from Maine that you can never let hold of - the pointed firs and feathery pine trees, the… — Caitlin Shetterly Copy Share Image
“Spring is for planting the seed because the morning dew is perfect! It has the right amount of sun and the breeze… — Charlena Jackson Copy Share Image
Seventy-five years. That's how much time you get if you're lucky. Seventy-five years. Seventy-five winters, seventy-five springtimes, seventy-five summers, and seventy-five autumns.… — Eddie Murphy Copy Share Image
By the time I was 23 or 24 and had written the first manuscript of 'The Final Winter', I knew I wanted… — Matthew Nable Copy Share Image
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Zac dangled his legs off the edge of the building, hanging onto every word I said as though I were some old… — Ashley Newell Copy Share Image
I was 12 when I ordered my first guitar out of the worn and discolored pages of the Sears and Roebuck catalog.… — Gene Autry Copy Share Image
I've seen some springs that ended up being terrible winters. We human beings are gregarious. We can't live alone. For our lives… — Jose Mujica Copy Share Image
Hedgehogs need somewhere to hibernate through the winter, but also a place that they can lie out at during the day. So… — Steve Backshall Copy Share Image
Do not think I do not realise what I am doing. I am making a composition using the following elements: the winter… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
Someone will walk into your life, Leave a footprint on your heart, Turn it into a mudroom cluttered With encrusted boots, children's… — Patiencebabe Copy Share Image
Churchill is the very type of a corrupt journalist. There is not a worse prostitute in politics. He himself has written that… — Adolf Hitler Copy Share Image
Everybody thought that Titanic was the most romantic movie ever. A story about two teenagers who knew each other for three days.… — Greg Giraldo 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
“The first inkling of this notion had come to him the Christmas before, at his daughter's place in Vermont. On Christmas Eve,… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
“During our last year in the mountains new people came deep into our lives and nothing was ever the same again. The… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“Samwell Tarly looked at him for a long moment, and his round face seemed to cave in on itself. He sat down… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
Most people work fifty weeks a year so they can do this the other 2. Well the smart ones live in a… — Warren Miller Copy Share Image
“She looked at the produce stalls, a row of jewels in a case, the colors more subtle in the winter, a Pantone… — Erica Bauermeister Copy Share Image
After three days of shooting with Donald [ Sutherland], I was the only one he worked with for the first three days… — Richard Masur Copy Share Image