“ Loveliest of Trees Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Futility Move him into the sun - Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke… — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
Istanbul in the snow is a wonder. The extravagant pleasures on show in the Topkapi Palace Museum - the sultan's robes thickly… — Bettany Hughes Copy Share Image
There are many trials in life which do not seem to come from unwisdom or folly; they are silver arrows shot from… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
As the game enters its glorious final weeks, the chill of fall signals the reality of defeat for all but one team.… — John Thorn Copy Share Image
“The day broke gray and dull. The clouds hung heavily, and there was a rawness in the air that suggested snow. A… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Next morning I awoke, looked out the window and nearly died of fright. My screams brought Atticus from his bathroom half-shaven. "The… — Harper Lee Copy Share Image
So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Winter's hard-packed snow Cedes to the fruitful summer; stubborn night At last removes, for day's white steeds to shine. The dread blast… — Michael K. Kellogg Copy Share Image
I just love the Buffalo market. Say what you want about their fans, it'll be December and they've been out of the… — Bill Cowher Copy Share Image
“God, I scream for time to let go, to write, to think. But no. I have to exercise my memory in little… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it,… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Each solstice is a domain of experience unto itself. At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being,… — Gary Zukav Copy Share Image
Almost all of the finer things in life are free or nearly free. You don't have to pay for the sky at… — Marilyn vos Savant Copy Share Image
I've been exploring different options for when I'm done skiing. I have the Turtle Ridge Foundation, which is helping a bunch of… — Bode Miller Copy Share Image
It's the most beautiful time of the year, Lights fill the streets spreading so much cheer, I should be playing in the… — SHEYA Copy Share Image
Just a rock, a dome of snow, the deep blue sky, and a hunk of orange-painted metal from which a shredded American… — Tom Hornbein Copy Share Image
In my mind, President Snow should be viewed in front of marble pillars hung with oversized flags. It's jarring to see him… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I like to go on stage with a variety, with some stuff that's been around for a handful of years, some stuff… — Brian Regan Copy Share Image
If you want to save the snow leopard, or the giant Redwoods, or the Okavango delta, or the Amazon, or the atmosphere,… — Jeremy Griffith Copy Share Image
I've been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
We will enjoy ourselves with the forms that are given us: a human face, a hand, the breast of a woman or… — Max Beckmann Copy Share Image
Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save that the… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
Remember: Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
You can learn from an ordinary bamboo leaf what ought to happen. It bends lower and lower under the weight of snow.… — Eugen Herrigel Copy Share Image
Magical, yes, but THE SNOW CHILD is also satisfyingly realistic in its depiction of 1920s homestead-era Alaska and the people who settled… — Andromeda Romano-Lax Copy Share Image
I've read that if an avalanche buries you and you're lying there underneath all that snow, you can't tell which way is… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
Humans are animals and like all animals we leave tracks as we walk: signs of passage made in snow, sand, mud, grass,… — Robert Macfarlane Copy Share Image
“Schools had let out early and most businesses were closed in anticipation of the storm. My last ride dropped me off in… — Captain Hank Bracker, "Seawater One Copy Share Image
I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
When the devil makes his offer (always open incidentally) of the kingdoms of the earth, it is the bordellos which glow so… — Malcolm Muggeridge Copy Share Image
Something happened when I was in elementary school. A Disney artist named Bruce McIntyre retired, and he had done drawings for 'Pinocchio'… — Robert Stromberg Copy Share Image
High above all earthly lower happiness, the blessedness of the eight Beatitudes towers into the heaven itself. They are white with the… — Arthur Penrhyn Stanley Copy Share Image
One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine trees, crusted with snow, And… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
For humans, the Arctic is a harshly inhospitable place, but the conditions there are precisely what polar bears require to survive -… — Sylvia Earle Copy Share Image
One can never be bored by powder skiing because it is a special gift of the relationship between earth and sky. It… — Dolores LaChapelle Copy Share Image
“In January in Northern Russia, everything vanishes beneath a deep blanket of whiteness. Rivers, fields, trees, roads, and houses disappear, and the… — Robert K. Massie Copy Share Image
Is there some situation where square wheels would be better than round wheels? Sure! A round wheel has a pressure point directly… — Jamie Hyneman Copy Share Image
If there comes a little thaw, Still the air is chill and raw, Here and there a patch of snow, Dirtier than… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Maddie took the top of her egg off. The hot bright yolk was like summer sun breaking through cloud. The first daffodil… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
