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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
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
“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
If there comes a little thaw, Still the air is chill and raw, Here and there a patch of snow, Dirtier than… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Maddie took the top of her egg off. The hot bright yolk was like summer sun breaking through cloud. The first daffodil… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
One can never be bored by powder skiing because it is a special gift of the relationship between earth and sky. It… — Dolores LaChapelle Copy Share Image
Is there some situation where square wheels would be better than round wheels? Sure! A round wheel has a pressure point directly… — Jamie Hyneman Copy Share Image
“In January in Northern Russia, everything vanishes beneath a deep blanket of whiteness. Rivers, fields, trees, roads, and houses disappear, and the… — Robert K. Massie Copy Share Image
For humans, the Arctic is a harshly inhospitable place, but the conditions there are precisely what polar bears require to survive -… — Sylvia Earle Copy Share Image
High above all earthly lower happiness, the blessedness of the eight Beatitudes towers into the heaven itself. They are white with the… — Arthur Penrhyn Stanley Copy Share Image
One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine trees, crusted with snow, And… — Wallace Stevens 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
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
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
Magical, yes, but THE SNOW CHILD is also satisfyingly realistic in its depiction of 1920s homestead-era Alaska and the people who settled… — Andromeda Romano-Lax Copy Share Image
I've read that if an avalanche buries you and you're lying there underneath all that snow, you can't tell which way is… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
You can learn from an ordinary bamboo leaf what ought to happen. It bends lower and lower under the weight of snow.… — Eugen Herrigel Copy Share Image
Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save that the… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
Remember: Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Something happened when I was in elementary school. A Disney artist named Bruce McIntyre retired, and he had done drawings for 'Pinocchio'… — Robert Stromberg Copy Share Image