“All right, you deadly little ghostlings,” I muttered. “Mama says go back to bed! - Cat” — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
My reign is not yet over... you live, and my power is complete. Follow me; I seek the everlasting ices of the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“But frost, like the crystallized dreams of autumn, began to coat the clearing with its sugar glaze.” — Victoria Logue Copy Share Image
No hardy perennial has the enduring quality of hope. Cut it to the roots, stamp it underfoot, let frost and fire work… — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
I guess the best advice I ever got or anyone could get for doing a talk show, though it has not been… — Dick Cavett Copy Share Image
After a hard frost a man might wake in the morning and find he was breaking a covenant. — William Henry Maule Copy Share Image
Ingratitude is the frost that nips the flower even as it opens, that shrivels the generous apple on the branch, that freezes… — Ann Wroe Copy Share Image
There is in youth a purity of character which, when once touched and defiled, can never be restored; a fringe more delicate… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
When Robert Frost was alive, I was known as the other new England poet, which is to be barely known at all. — Howard Nemerov Copy Share Image
When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A ward, and still in bonds, one day I stole abroad; It was high spring, and all the way Primrosed and hung… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
The leaves do not change color from the blighting touch of the frost, but from the process of natural decay. They fall… — Tryon Edwards Copy Share Image
I have now lived long enough to know that, whatever our situation, our troubles melt and disappear like frost in the morning… — James E. Faust Copy Share Image
Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic… — Walter Pater Copy Share Image
Apparently with no surprise To any happy Flower The Frost beheads it at its play -- In accidental power -- The blonde… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
writing is like being in love. You never get better at it or learn more about it. The day you think you… — James Lee Burke Copy Share Image
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Emily suffers no more from pain or weakness now. She will never suffer more in this world. She is gone after a… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.- Robert Frost Now that all your… — Hafez Copy Share Image
I don't know how to tell it--but ef such a thing could be As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around… — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I don't know if I call myself a poet or not. I would like to, but I'm not really qualified to make… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
