The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Primeval forests! virgin sod! That Saxon has not ravish'd yet, Lo! peak on peak in stairways set- In stepping stairs that reach… — Joaquin Miller Copy Share Image
Climbing is actually a great sport for blind people and that carried me on to climbing bigger and bigger mountains, snowy mountains,… — Erik Weihenmayer Copy Share Image
There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
Honestly, Im living my fantasy. Its being with my family, preferably on a snowy afternoon with a fire going, cuddled up in… — Meredith Vieira Copy Share Image
I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
