I feel like we need an excuse to get excited for things, especially around the winter months because things really slowed down.… — Gabby Windey Copy Share Image
“As a child, crisp spring afternoons were spent wading along Reedy Creek just beyond the field. Then came the heavy breeze in… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“I used to love winter, and I would listen to it, drop by drop. Rain, rain like an appeal to a lover,… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
I read Norman Lock’s The Boy in His Winter with delight and amazement. Styled in the vernacular of a rapidly changing America,… — David Oshinsky Copy Share Image
“Fall, like the season, like right now. Fall is the transition period between summer and winter. Summer is fun and carefree and… — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
“Many times I have walked the road in the solemn hush of a winter’s snowfall. And it seems that the inexpressible peace… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
“Gripped with bitter cold, ice-locked, Petersburg burned in delirium. One knew: out there, invisible behind the curtain of fog, the red and… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
Since the break-up of the 1990s, Russia has not had winter sports facilities. All the winter sport venues were effectively located in… — Sebastian Coe Copy Share Image
“Events cast their shadows ahead; before a harsh winter, wild animals grow thicker fur, and the beaver puts on a thicker layer… — Dietrich Bonhoeffer Copy Share Image
“I was free with every road as my home. No limitations and no commitments. But then summer passed and winter came and… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
After snowboarding a fair bit in 2011 and 2012 to test equipment, I got pretty good at it, and some friends at… — Mike Schultz Copy Share Image
I assume the only reason we have them is so that white people feel relevant in sports. Because other than that the… — Daniel Tosh Copy Share Image
“By noon, in a gray February world, we had come down through snow flurries to land at Albany, and had taken off… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Grasping the staff, Donia pressed her mouth to Beira’s still body and inhaled. The rest of the Winter Queen’s cold flowed into… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“It was snowing when I got off the bus at Flax Hill. Not quite regular snowfall, not exactly a blizzard. This is… — Helen Oyeyemi Copy Share Image
During the years I was still playing, I would go to Puerto Rico in the winter and manage. When the day came,… — Frank Robinson Copy Share Image
Spring is the season of gaiety, and winter of terror; in spring the heart of tranquility dances to the melody of the… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Reminded of favorite poem by Wendy Cope which goes: At Christmas little children sing and merry bells jingle. The cold winter air… — Helen Fielding Copy Share Image
Minnesotans who bought scenic art usually avoided winter scenes. Hannah didn't find that surprising. Minnesota winters were long. Why would they want… — Joanne Fluke Copy Share Image
Is not this steadfastness to mark, to make, the character of your lives? Is it not God's will that we should press… — Maltbie Davenport Babcock Copy Share Image
“Our winters are very long here, very long and very monotonous. But we don't complain about it downstairs, we're shielded against the… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
Her grey eyes sparkled with passion as she spoke. Sid looked into them and for a second he glimpsed her soul. He… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
There is but one season of the year when salmon should be served hot at a choice repast; that is in the… — Ward McAllister Copy Share Image
Nico di Angelo came into Olympus to a hero's welcome, his father right behind him, despite the fact that Hades was only… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
“It is a place of fine weather, and this is a book of fine weather, a book written in Spring. I will… — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
A cold and searching wind drives away all contagion, and nothing can withstand it but what has a virtue in it, and… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Hassan and I fed from the same breasts. We took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. And,… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
Of Nature itself upon the soul; the sunrise, the haze of autumn, the winter starlight seem interlocutors; the prevailing sense is that… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“At the lip of a cliff, I look out over Lake Superior, through the bare branches of birches and the snow-covered branches… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
“I miss the snow. I miss looking at it, walking in it, tasting it. I used to love those days when it… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
The Canadian Identity, it seems, is truly elusive only at home. Beyond the borders Canadians know exactly who they are, within they… — Roy MacGregor Copy Share Image
We shouldn't forget that in the case of Georgia, a problem was done away with that bothered [Vladimir] Putin personally - that… — Garry Kasparov Copy Share Image
Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my body to the magician, if I told him to cut me in half… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Death is more certain than the morrow, than night following day, than winter following summer. Why is it then that we prepare… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“The day, a compunctious Sunday after a week of blizzards, had been part jewel, part mud. In the midst of my usual… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Early Summer, loveliest season, The world is being colored in. While daylight lasts on the horizon, Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing. The dusty-colored… — Marie Heaney Copy Share Image
“ Lines for Winter" Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking,… — Mark Strand Copy Share Image
I love you like a river that understands that it must learn to flow differently over waterfalls and to rest in the… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“Although it was only six o'clock, the night was already dark. The fog, made thicker by its proximity to the Seine, blurred… — Théophile Gautier Copy Share Image