And yes, I know it's you; and that is what we will come to, sooner or later, when it's even darker than… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The lyric abstrusities of Auden ring mystically down the circular canals of my ear and it begins to look like snow. The… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The name Alaska is probably an abbreviation of Unalaska, derived from the original Aleut word agunalaksh, which means "the shores where the… — Corey Ford Copy Share Image
Gardening is one of the rewards of middle age, when one is ready for an impersonal passion, a passion that demands patience,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Mont Blanc yet gleams on high: the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights And many sounds, and… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
At Last It's a perfect winter day. No wind. No Arctic freeze. Cloudless azure sky. A day to fly. Snow drapes the… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
There's a lot of terminology, like "washes whiter than snow," and these things which when they're said in a uniracial congregation, they… — Michael Emerson Copy Share Image
There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
World's flying like birds; my car's in flight. The city lights are spattered on my windshield like the fragments of the night.… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
The sun shines, snow falls, mountains rise and valleys sink, night deepens and pales into day, but it is only very seldom… — Reginald Horace Blyth Copy Share Image
A man will not roll in the snow for a stream of tendency by which all things fulfill the law of their… — Gilbert K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
I feel all agitated, like one of those snow globes you see resting peacefully on shop counters. I was perfectly happy being… — Sophie Kinsella Copy Share Image
We started out making a film [ The Fourth Phase] about the incredible snow we get at home in Wyoming, the journey… — Travis Rice Copy Share Image
It's there. The white rose among the dried flowers in the vase. Shriveled and fragile, but holding on to that unnatural perfection… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Abruptly he thrust his snow-drenched leather gloves against my cheeks. I dodged. A raw carnal feeling blazed up within me, branding my… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
“Anyway, as soon as I got accepted to Grant this past summer my friend had doubtsabout Old Blue’s skills in the snow. She… — Kim Holden Copy Share Image
“Countries are forged by war; perhaps girls are, too. New England and I will be reborn together in this war between the… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
You see a guy with one leg, he's got a story. "Land mine '69." You see a guy with one arm, he's… — Dave Attell Copy Share Image
Always in the dream, it seemed as if there were a destination: a something--he could not grasp what-that lay beyond the place… — Lois Lowry Copy Share Image
But I didn't frame it; I put into an envelope and sealed it and stuffed it far back into a corner drawer… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Worry means tormenting yourself with disturbing thoughts or fretting about things we have zero control over. If you live in the north… — Jack White Copy Share Image
i sometimes felt as if these marks on my body were a kind of code, which blossomed, then faded, like invisible ink… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The landscape was snow and green ice on broken mountains. These weren't old mountains, worn down by time and weather and full… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
The snow lay thin and apologetic over the world. That wide grey sweep was the lawn, with the straggling trees of the… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
If I decide to leave Bayern Munich, it will be for a Spanish club. I have to think about what my family… — Franck Ribery Copy Share Image
It's impossible to be the Mockingjay. Impossible to complete even this one sentence. Because now I know that everything I say will… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Lunchroom economic conversations are inevitably graced with at least one statement from an old-timer along the lines of, 'In my day, we… — Kevin Hassett Copy Share Image
There is no den in the wide world to hide a rogue. Commit a crime, and the earth is made of glass.… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
I think journalists have the right to their opinions but I think their opinions should be based on history and what they… — Marc Jacobs 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
“Not want you?” His voice was rough. “Everett, I'd lay you down right now in this thin blanket of snow and take… — R. Cooper Copy Share Image
“Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
What a contrast between the stern and desolate poetry of Ossian, and that of Chaucer, and even of Shakespeare and Milton, much… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
If the book is good, is about something that you know, and is truly written, and reading it over you see that… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Tell me now in what hidden way isLady Flora the lovely Roman?Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais,Neither of them the fairer woman?Where… — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
“The snow grew deeper as we laboured down the hill. The land was a flat white pall, spread out like rumpled wool.… — Caroline Lea Copy Share Image
That distinctive presidential conduct is now gone forever, banished to the snows of yesteryear by Barack Obama. From the beginning of his… — John Podhoretz Copy Share Image
The heart's seasons seldom coincide with the calendar. Who among us has not been made desolate beyond all words upon some golden… — Myrtle Reed Copy Share Image