I love this place; I love mountains and big skies and forests. And the weather is still supremely beautiful even though the… — Katherine Mansfield 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
Tell me when it's over " Thalia said. Her eyes were shut tight. The statue was holding on to us so we… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
Here in the deep powder snow you don't hear yourself ski. You don't hear your long turns or your short turns. You… — Jacques Labrie Copy Share Image
Variations: II Green light, from the moon, Pours over the dark blue trees, Green light from the autumn moon Pours on the… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
It's easy to love the snow because at the end of every snowstorm it's as if the world has started over. There… — Andrew McMahon Copy Share Image
I am still learning about love. I thought I understood it--not just mother love, but the love for one's parents, for one's… — Lisa See Copy Share Image
If you dare try to leave me behind, I'll follow on foot, and when I die in the snow, Ill come back… — Stuart Hill Copy Share Image
So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature’s… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
“Snow. I wondered what it felt like. Aunt Bernette said it could be both soft and hard, cold and hot. It stung… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
It was an overwhelming moment to perform in Bishkek, Kyrgyz Republic. Dia Mirza and I were the celebrity ambassadors for India International… — Jubin Nautiyal Copy Share Image
One of the most challenging ways is to slow down enough to relax our heart and feel what is nearest. It could… — Mark Nepo Copy Share Image
My picture, Fifth Avenue, Winter is the result of a three hours' stand during a fierce snow-storm on February 22nd 1893, awaiting… — Alfred Stieglitz Copy Share Image
Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of, my child?" Winterfell, she might have said. I smell… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The pursuit of science has often been compared to the scaling of mountains, high and not so high. But who amongst us… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Ready?” he asked. He motioned for her to look to the sky. She’d been on enough long walks with her father to… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
Next to the young, I suppose the very old are the most selfish. Alas, the heart hardens as the blood ceases to… — William Makepeace Thackeray 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
There is definitely global warming, and man is definitely contributing to it. Go out to, say, Montana and talk to some pretty… — Thomas Friedman Copy Share Image
I wished to acquire the simplicity, native feelings, and virtues of savage life; to divest myself of the factitious habits, prejudices and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Pleasures First look from morning's window The rediscovered book Fascinated faces Snow, the change of the seasons The newspaper The dog Dialectics… — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
The experimental film scene was very much misogynistic as well. I don't know if you have read what little attention was given… — Babette Mangolte Copy Share Image
After great pain, a formal feeling comes — The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs — The stiff Heart questions was it He,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste Stream down the snows, till the air is white, As, myriads by myriads madly… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
When it's cold and raining,you are more beautiful.And the snow brings meeven closer to your lipsThe inner secret, that which was never… — Rumi Copy Share Image
We tilt our heads back and open wide. The snow drifts into our zombie mouths crawling with grease and curses and tobacco… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Dada is not modern at all, it is rather a return to a quasi-Buddhist religion of indifference. Dada puts an artificial sweetness… — Tristan Tzara Copy Share Image
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Come when the rains Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice, While the slant sun of February pours Into… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Simplicity is the character of the spring of life, costliness becomes its autumn; but a neatness and purity, like that of the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“The Garden Under Snow " Now the garden is under snow a blank page our footprints write on clare who was never… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
I'm a Christian now. The things that drove me crazy growing up was how everyone works at fault-finding with different religions. The… — Paul Walker Copy Share Image
More than five decades of hands grated by cracks. Whole body aching from long days of big-wall hauling. Tiny tents, bivy sacs,… — Jeff Lowe Copy Share Image
It was a bad one, the Winter of 1933. Wading home that night through flames of snow, my toes burning, my ears… — John Fante 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
“That's why I drove there in the middle of February, patches of snow still on the fields. I had the strong feeling… — Andrzej Stasiuk Copy Share Image
“Places I love come back to me like music, Hush me and heal me when I am very tired; I see the… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
I was doing a tour of the 'Batman' live stage production, and I challenged the cast to join me to run. One… — Sam Heughan Copy Share Image
It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
