I knew that my dollhouse was a toy, but in a way, it seemed more like a portal to adulthood. I didn't… — J. Courtney Sullivan Copy Share Image
I get bored. We seem to have been having a little bit more time off this winter than last winter. I'm always… — Dan Wheldon Copy Share Image
“The tunnel of winter had settled over our lives, ushered in by that great official Hoodwink, the end of daylight saving time.… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“She imagines that she is a seed, driven by the wind, that withstands cold and heat, the worst possible conditions, until one… — David Bowles Copy Share Image
Have you ever noticed the perfection of nature? The seasons and how one changes into the next, the falling leaves, composting soil,… — Bryan Kest Copy Share Image
Joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass: in the blue serenity of the sky: in the reckless… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“I used to try to decide which was the worst month of the year. In the winter I would choose February. I… — Katherine Paterson Copy Share Image
“Sharply the menacing wind sweeps over The bending poplars, newly bare, And the dark ribbons of the chimneys Veer downward; flicked by… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
The truth is all around you, plain to behold. The night is dark and full of terrors, the day bright and beautiful… — George R. R. Martin Copy Share Image
The music was the best thing about the Four Seasons and the central asset of the 'Jersey Boys' show. By concentrating on… — Richard Corliss Copy Share Image
What delights us in the spring is more a sensation than an appearance, more a hope than any visible reality. There is… — Philip Gilbert Hamerton Copy Share Image
My ideal meal varies, depending on the time of year. Lobster on a deck overlooking a beach at sunset is one -… — Amy Bloom Copy Share Image
“Then, just at the peak of complacency, when it was assumed that the climate of the world had changed forever, when the… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
I have to say in premise 'Winter Journal' is really not a memoir. And I don't even think of it as an… — Paul Auster Copy Share Image
As the Olympic torch neared Lake Placid, N.Y., in 1980, signaling the opening of that year's Winter Olympics, newspapers and magazines throughout… — Don Yaeger Copy Share Image
Here I sit, sober and perhaps even lucid, on the sort of winter's day that makes you realize a New Year is… — Peter Laughner Copy Share Image
“Summer fell upon Paris, with everyone still intently following his own subterranean course of passion or habit and looking up like a… — Françoise Sagan Copy Share Image
The dawn came - not the flaming sky that promises storm, but a golden dawn of infinite promise. The birds came flying… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
If upon this earth we ever have a glimpse of heaven,it is when we pass a home in winter, at night,and through… — Robert Green Ingersoll Copy Share Image
“Perhpas if I call out to Rat he might hear," said the Mole to himself, but without much hope. Rat! Ratty! O… — William Horwood Copy Share Image
“This is a story, told the way you say stories should be told: Somebody grew up, fell in love, and spent a… — Ann Beattie Copy Share Image
“And that was the thing: you couldn't just stand there gawking at the world. A car slipped by. Then another. It was… — Liz Rosenberg Copy Share Image
“The rapid nightfall of mid-December had quite beset the little village as they approached it on soft feet over a first thin… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“In winter darkness, the Baghdad Arabian keen blue deepness of the piercing lovely January winter's dusk--it used to tear my heart out,… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
How many of us are able to distinguish between the odors of noon and midnight, or of winter and summer, or of… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
I really, really liked shooting and doing the scene with Emilia Clarke and Peter Dinklage at the end of 'Winds of Winter,'… — Miguel Sapochnik Copy Share Image
“He'd shoved his toque and mitts into the sleeve of his parka when he'd come in the night before, and now, thrusting… — Louise Penny Copy Share Image
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky, How beautiful it is? All its branches are outlined, and in… — Jiddu Krishnamurti Copy Share Image
Okay. That was nice. Clothes. You need clothes before I do something I might not regret. What was your size again, Steve?… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
When winter fails to provide an adequate snow base, my boys bring their sleds in the house and ride them down the… — John Eldredge Copy Share Image
The animal merely makes a bed, which he warms with his body in a sheltered place; but man, having discovered fire, boxes… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on, The windows and the stars illumined, one by one, The… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“The depths of winter longing are ice within my heart The shards of broken covenants lie sharp against my soul The wraiths… — Robert A. Heinlein Copy Share Image
“In real life I am a large, big-boned woman with rough, man-working hands. In the winter I wear flannel nightgowns to bed… — Alice Walker Copy Share Image
There is really a je ne sais quoi about turkey cooking - the air of festivity, the family squabbles, the constant basting… — Laurie Colwin Copy Share Image
“It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like crystal. The trees, decked… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
The Winter Photograph was my Ariadne, not because it would help me discover a secret thing (monster or treasure), but because it… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
She died on a windy gray day in March when the sky was full of darting crows and the world lay prostrate… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
I played football; I was a running back, and I took a hit, and I had a hairline fracture in my leg… — Nick McDonell Copy Share Image
