Our personal dispositions are as windowpanes through which we see the world either as rosy or dull. The way we color the… — Fulton J. Sheen Copy Share Image
With watercolour, you can pick up the atmosphere, the temperature, the sound of snow shifting through the trees or over the ice… — Andrew Wyeth Copy Share Image
Fate, Chance, God’s Will — we all try to account for our lives somehow. What are the chances that two raindrops, flung… — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
Do you hear the snow against the windowpanes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
Tricky the paths a long love might follow, like the spiral down twists of a raindrop on a windowpane. — Kevin Barry Copy Share Image
The snow, which had fallen quietly at first, was now pelting against the windowpanes, driven by a wicked wind; the storm was… — Frances Parkinson Keyes Copy Share Image
The Photograph belongs to that class of laminated objects whose two leaves cannot be separated without destroying them both: the windowpane and… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
Why did I become a writer? A bird's feather on my windowpane in winter and all at once there arose in my… — Rene Char Copy Share Image
