“Had she always been so insulated from human contact, like a bloom encased in frost?” — Tess Gerritsen Copy Share Image
It is ever so with the things that Men begin: there is a frost in Spring, or a blight in Summer, and… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
Were I laid on Greenland's Coast, And in my Arms embrac'd my Lass; Warm amidst eternal Frost, Too soon the Half Year's… — John Gay Copy Share Image
Day and night, Seed-time and harvest, heat and hoary frost Shall hold their course, till fire purge all things new. — John Milton Copy Share Image
“That night the first frost of autumn struck Tucker's Grove. It crept up from the ground, snaring the fragile roots of plants.… — Kevin J. Anderson Copy Share Image
I believe in Father Frost. But not too deeply. But anyway, you know, I'm not one of those people who are able… — Dmitry Medvedev Copy Share Image
“Frost’s “The Death of the Hired Man” ran through his overheated brain: Home is the place where, when you have to go… — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
I've always told my children that life is like a layer cake. You get to put one layer on top of the… — Ann Richards Copy Share Image
E'en Beauty mourns in her decaying bower, That Time upon her angel brow should set His crooked autograph, and mar the jet… — Isaac McLellan Copy Share Image
Frost is but slender weeks away, Tonight the sunset glow will stay, Swing to the north and burn up higher And Northern… — Robert P. T. Coffin Copy Share Image
Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Great numbers of the Indians pass our camp on their hunting excursions: the day was clear and pleasant, but last night was… — Meriwether Lewis Copy Share Image
To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
These are all direct quotes, except every time they use a curse word, I'm going to use the name of a famous… — John Green 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
I am in love with this world . . . I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its waters, crossed… — John Burroughs 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 front door flew open, and Mary shot out of the house, jumping off the porch, not even bothering with the steps… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
In the isolation of his clear, cold intellect, the sceptic abides in a glacial and spectral universe. No glow from the affections… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
I see, when I bend close, how each leaflet of a climbing rose is bordered with frost, the autumn counterpart of the… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
Last night, there came a frost, which has done great damage to my garden… It is sad that Nature will play such… — Nathaniel Hawthorne 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
The gods and their tranquil abodes appear, which no winds disturb, nor clouds bedew with showers, nor does the white snow, hardened… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
Who are the farmer's servants? ... Geology and Chemistry, the quarry of the air, the water of the brook, the lightning of… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
But give thanks, at least, that you still have Frost's poems; and when you feel the need of solitude, retreat to the… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
My favorite holiday memory was sitting at home all day in my pajamas during winter break for school watching a bunch of… — Becky G Copy Share Image
Nature made us individuals, as she did the flowers and the pebbles; but we are afraid to be peculiar, and so our… — Lydia M. Child Copy Share Image
Age overtakes us all; Our temples first; then on o'er cheek and chin, Slowly and surely, creep the frosts of Time. Up… — Theocritus Copy Share Image
Before the bud swells, before the grass springs, before the plough is started, comes the sugar harvest. It is sequel of the… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, My feast of joy is but a dish of pain, My crop… — Chidiock Tichborne Copy Share Image
Once, long ago in her world, a sunny day in spring was her favorite, but now a sunny day in winter delights… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Blackberry winter, the time when the hoarforst lies on the blackberry blossoms; without this frost the berries will not set. It is… — Margaret Mead Copy Share Image
We can no longer let the threat of an early frost send a chill of fear throughout a large portion of our… — Alan Autry Copy Share Image
There was something frantic in their blooming, as if they knew that frost was near and then the bitter cold. They'd lived… — Harriette Simpson Arnow Copy Share Image
Robert Frost really started this whole thing rolling. He was, I believe, the first poet who started going to colleges. Before that,… — Billy Collins Copy Share Image
October, here's to you. Here's to the heady aroma of the frost-kissed apples, the winey smell of ripened grapes, the wild-as-the-wind smell… — Ken Weber Copy Share Image
“There is the mystery of the scattering, the fact that the people who presumably understand each other are geographically scattered. A man… — Ezra Pound Copy Share Image
Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste… — Robert Greene Copy Share Image
