In London the day after Christmas (Boxing Day), it began to snow: my first snow in England. For five years, I had… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I know what the problem is, of course. The disorientation, the distraction, the difficulty focusing - all classic Phase One signs of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
When I was younger, I was very princessy. I always wanted to be blond-haired and blue-eyed. This was before Mulan, so I… — Grace Lin Copy Share Image
“In winter, the air is clear enough to drink, and your eyes can travel many hundreds of miles until they reach the… — Anuradha Roy Copy Share Image
“At home in Moscow everything was in its winter routine; the stoves were heated, and in the morning it was still dark… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
I was at a party in Alexandra Palace tobogganing on the ski slope, got whiplashed at 40mph, put my hands out to… — Dave Clark Copy Share Image
You will say that everyone has seen landscapes and figures from childhood on. The question is: Has everybody also been reflexive as… — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
“...it also meant mornings of glory such as this one, in which the snow, white almost to blueness, lay like a soft… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
The dog writhing in the gutter, its back broken by a passing car, knows what it is to be alive. So too… — George Greenstein Copy Share Image
Winter Song The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and… — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
In winter, play with the snow; in summer, play with the Sun! Do not wait for something to come; everything is already… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
To the fuki plant, dandelions, and their kind that lie for long patiently under the fallen snow, comes the season of breezy… — Kobayashi Issa Copy Share Image
Every one knows how the snow lies in the valleys of the Alps, forming a plain which slopes gradually downward towards the… — Edward Burnett Tylor Copy Share Image
The other mammoths were as protective of the dying as they were of newborns, and they gathered around tying to make the… — Jean M. Auel Copy Share Image
We look up. For weeks, for months, that is all we have done. Look up. And there it is-the top of Everest.… — Tenzing Norgay Copy Share Image
“The blizzard seemed to be dying down, and it was now possible to enjoy the sight of the buildings and embankments and… — Jean-Christophe Valtat Copy Share Image
Memories shift like loose snow in a wind, or are a chorale of ghosts all talking over one another. There is only… — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
I really loved to sing all the time, and I was constantly entertaining. Finally, my dad saw an article in the local… — Kimiko Glenn Copy Share Image
“Never will she be mine; never. I never brought a flush to her cheek, and it is not I who now have… — Hjalmar Söderberg Copy Share Image
“On an impulse he went into the room and stood before the window, pushing aside the sheer curtain to watch the snow,… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Until I was 16, I read nothing but science fiction. I loved William Gibson and I still do. But my favourite book… — Ned Beauman Copy Share Image
I spent most of my youth in Montana, where there are long, cold winters, but Maine has the coldest winters you could… — Michael Finkel Copy Share Image
I'm attempting to broaden my novels' scope through landscape and weather, leaves falling off trees, overnight storms, timeless elements which, irrespective of… — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I left the jutra to chop wood. I began my walk through the snow, five kilometers to the tree line. That's when… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
Chilled-looking people walking along the riverside, the snow beginning, faintly, to pile up on the roofs of cars, the bare trees shaking… — Banana Yoshimoto Copy Share Image
“It was a long winter of deep snow, solitude, and madness. The satellite kept feeding me digital news of summer in other… — Robnoxious Copy Share Image
She suffers according to the digits of my hate. I hear the filaments of alabaster. I would lie down with them and… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
One disagreeable result of whispering is that it seems to evoke an atmosphere of silence, haunted by the ghosts of sound -… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
And he felt himself oppressed by this creation of factitious purity, so cunningly manufactured by a conspiracy of mothers and aunts and… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Kunlun Mountain Over the earth the greenblue monster Kunlun who has seen all spring color and passion of men. Three million dragons… — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
Now that our sexual experience is increasingly available to us as a subject for contemplation, we have to extend our language to… — Jane Rule Copy Share Image
Up rose the wild old winter-king, And shook his beard of snow; "I hear the first young hard-bell ring, 'Tis time for… — Charles Godfrey Leland Copy Share Image
The snow has left the cottage top; The thatch moss grows in brighter green; And eaves in quick succession drop, Where grinning… — John Clare Copy Share Image
I am very good at finding snow when there's very little snow. From a day in, day out perspective, I'm fine. I… — Jeremy Jones Copy Share Image
“In the country, a good he-snowstorm makes a lovely design for putting on a holiday greetings card. In the city it just… — Irvin S. Cobb Copy Share Image
It's cool when people ask me about my gold medal and they say it will last forever. I will try to promote… — Julia Mancuso Copy Share Image
“Snow is...a beautiful reminder of life and all its quirks. It makes me pause. Think. Stay still. Even my mind takes the… — R.B. O'Brien Copy Share Image
“Here we are," he said, pointing down an unshoveled path. "The Gardens." Cath tried to look appreciative. You wouldn't know there was… — Rainbow Rowell Copy Share Image
If I should see your eyes again, I know how far their look would go -- Back to a morning in the… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
![“Never will she be mine; never. I never brought a flush to her cheek, and it is not I who now have made it so chalk-white. And never will she slip across the street in the night, with anxiety in her heart and a letter to me. Life has passed me by. [..] I have got new curtains for my study; pure…” quote by Hjalmar Söderberg](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/i/120/hjalmar-s-derberg-14633_life_never-will-she-be-mine-never-i-never-bro_897776.png)
