“Just when normal life felt almost possible--when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (prismatic spray of light through… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
Life is like invading Russia. A blitz start, massed shakos, plumes dancing like a flustered henhouse; a period of svelte progress recorded… — Julian Barnes Copy Share Image
The snow has left the cottage top; The thatch moss grows in brighter green; And eaves in quick succession drop, Where grinning… — John Clare Copy Share Image
Where, twisted round the barren oak, The summer vine in beauty clung, And summer winds the stillness broke, The crystal icicle is… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I am volatile for one, rigid for another, angular as an icicle in silver, or voluptuous as a candle flame in gold. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
I'm glad that life isn't like a Christmas song, because if my friends and I were building a snowman and it suddenly… — Matthew Perry Copy Share Image
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes And sometimes there'll be sorrow — Joni Mitchell Copy Share Image
Music comes from an icicle as it melts, to live again as spring water. — Henry Williamson Copy Share Image
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Nervous hands as if the fingers were dripping from them like icicles. — Fannie Hurst Copy Share Image
The neck on which diamonds might have worthily sparkled, will look less tempting when the biting winter has hung icicles there for… — Samuel Lover Copy Share Image
She watched the sun bleed water out of the icicle. Warm and cold working together to make an icicle. Warm and cold… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
As in an icicle the agnostic abides alone. The vital principle is taken out of all endeavor for improving himself or bettering… — Anna Julia Cooper Copy Share Image
I turn and I look back across the lake. The mist is gone and the ice diminished, the drip of the icicles… — James Frey Copy Share Image
You think we stand a chance? (Delphine) Like an icicle on the equator. (Phobos) — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
the hymns were born in the fifteenth or sixteenth century or earlier, and listening to them was like licking an icicle: the… — Mary Cantwell Copy Share Image
Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, their beards of icicles and snow. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
