Pantheism, seeing the natural world as divine, is a very different thing than seeing divine God present in all things — Ann Voskamp Copy Share Image
Standing in front of a fake mountain with fake snow falling and seven girls dressed as Santarettes will stay in my memory. — Bill Nighy Copy Share Image
“Soft, the snow falling/Steam spiraling from coffee/The slain cold and still” — Garth Nix Copy Share Image
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . . — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.… — Novala Takemoto Copy Share Image
Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered...sealed away for opening on a January… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
I had always been led to believe that ageing was a slow and gradual process, the creep of a glacier. Now I… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“Kyra stood atop the grassy knoll, the frozen ground hard beneath her boots, snow falling around her, and tried to ignore the… — Morgan Rice Copy Share Image
Here today we huddle tight As the darkest heathens might The snow falls chilly on our skin The snow is forcing its… — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you… In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an… — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
Mainly I've been back to my books and writings and being nice and quiet and lazy. As I'm writing this, the radio… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Snow not falling but flying sidewise, and sudden, not signaled by the slow curdling of clouds all day and a flake or… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
“I can remember watching large, tentative, individual flakes of snow falling and blowing around aimlessly in the wind generated by the train… — David Foster Wallace Copy Share Image
Talent has the four seasons: spring, that is to say, the sowing of the seeds; summer, growth; autumn, the harvest; winter, intellectual… — Robert Green Ingersoll 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
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
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
“That kind of empty; when hope is no longer deferred but evaporated, and try as you might, and you do try, you… — Binnie Kirshenbaum Copy Share Image
Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Krisztina played the song. It was a lament made of eight notes, repeated. It was an empty melody. It sounded elemental too;… — Simon Avery Copy Share Image
“A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Most people work fifty weeks a year so they can do this the other 2. Well the smart ones live in a… — Warren Miller Copy Share Image
“Kyra stood atop the grassy knoll, the frozen ground hard beneath her boots, snow falling around her, and tried to ignore the… — Morgan Rice Copy Share Image
“One minute it was Ohio winter, with doors closed, windows locked, the panes blind with frost, icicles fringing every roof, children skiing… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Wherever snow falls, or water flows, or birds fly, wherever day and night meet in twilight, wherever the blue heaven is hung… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“His stories were not always new, but there was in the telling of them a special kind of magic. His voice could… — David Eddings Copy Share Image
