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
Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . . — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
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
Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity — Novala Takemoto Copy Share Image
“The memories are few and like dreams of her life resuming a muted sound of snow falling into itself.” — Carolyn Forché Copy Share Image
As I write, snow is falling outside my Maine window, and indoors all around me half a hundred garden catalogues are in… — Katharine Sergeant Angell White 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
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
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
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
His beauty did not blaze like Will's did in fierce colors and repressed fire, but it had its own muted perfection, the… — Cassandra Clare 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
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
“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
“I thought of the stone angel. I pictured the snow falling over it, two classes of snow rising on the top of… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
For me, it feels like driving from truth into a lie, from adulthood to childhoold. I watch the land of pavement and… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
When you love a city and have explored it frequently on foot, your body, not to mention your soul, gets to know… — Orhan Pamuk 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
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
“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
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 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
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
“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
“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
“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
Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father… — Alice Sebold 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
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 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
