It is in midwinter that I sometimes glean from my pines... a curious transfusion of courage. — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
What can I give Him, Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb. If I were… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
The habit of a midwinter festivity had come by the dawn of history (and probably very long before) to seem a natural… — Ronald Hutton Copy Share Image
she had long accepted the fact that happiness is like swallows in Spring. It may come and nest under your eaves or… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
I was lying, but I wanted to rouse him. I have an inborn urge to contradict; my whole life has been a… — Mikhail Lermontov Copy Share Image
Pagan Romans started their midwinter celebrations with the feast of Saturnalia on 17 December, ending them with a new year festival, the… — Alice Roberts Copy Share Image
Every year, in the deep midwinter, there descends upon this world a terrible fortnight. ... every shop is a choked mass of… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
The stories never said why she was wicked. It was enough to be an old woman, enough to be all alone, enough… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
But Shakespeare knows what the sphinx thinks, if anybody does. His genius is penetrative as cold midwinter entering every room, and making… — William Alfred Quayle Copy Share Image
It is also absolutely correct that some British folk customs have descended directly from pagan rituals, such ... the giving of presents… — Ronald Hutton Copy Share Image
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
I have a congenital desire to contradict; my whole life is merely a chain of sad and unsuccessful contradictions to heart and… — Mikhail Lermontov Copy Share Image
Any middle-aged woman knows that our feet are not for the faint of heart, especially in midwinter. I wear clogs, so it's… — Lisa Scottoline Copy Share Image
She long ago accepted the fact that happiness is like, swallows in spring. It may come and nest under your eaves or… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
Oakbridge did his work with dramatics and prophecies that all would go horribly awry. Having dealt with him over midwinter, Kel wondered… — Tamora Pierce Copy Share Image
In the silence of a midwinter dusk, there is a sound so faint that for all you can tell it may be… — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
