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Down that path lies madness. On the other hand, the road to hell is paved with melting snowballs. — Larry Wall Copy Share Image
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“The lack of traces is the trace of his Perfect One. In the immensity of the strength of his spirit, compared to… — Julius Evola Copy Share Image
This is the equivalent of an “internal shower”. As the spring freshness born of the heavy rains and vast masses of melting… — Joseph Pilates Copy Share Image
“Let’s see, how did that one go…'Eyes like streams of melting snow,’ and so striking, by the way. ‘Cold with the things… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey:… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Eyes like streams of melting snow,” she said, and it was all I could do not to roll my melting snow eyes. — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
I'm like the weather, never really can predict when this rain cloud's gonna burst; when it's the high or it's the low,… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
“Here we are," he said, pointing down an unshoveled path. "The Gardens." Cath tried to look appreciative. You wouldn't know there was… — Rainbow Rowell Copy Share Image
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I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Hide the miles between us Run to me Like you run your Fingers through my hair Desire in every digit, in every… — Veronika Jensen Copy Share Image
“I have never battled a gargoyle before.” Zacharel shook his head, a dark lock of hair tumbling into one emerald eye. Damp… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
Eyes like streams of melting snow, cold with the things she does not know. Heaven above and Hell beneath, liquid flames to… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“When I came to you out of all that dust and heat and toil, I positively smelt violets at once. But not… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“Eyes like streams of melting snow, Cold with the things she does not know, Heaven above and Hell benieth, Liquid flames to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, it felt as though the darkness stared back at her—and the face it wore was her own. Beneath the dark, she… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“She'd first seen Covent Garden after a heavy snow, walking with her hand in Win's, and she remembers the secret silence of… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
