The owl, that bird of onomatopoetic name, is a repetitious question wrapped in feathery insulation especially for Winter delivery. — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
You stupefied me. We waxed, Carnivores, late and alight In the beaded winter. All was ominous, luminous. — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The other houses in the neighborhood had Christmas lights up and trees visible in their windows, but not Shae's. She and I… — Teresa Lo Copy Share Image
I have a lot of nice Italian winter clothes that make me look like a sophisticated Lebanese professor, so my friend Robert… — Alexei Sayle Copy Share Image
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
To this day, I fondly recall the challenges of building a fire, pitching a tent, climbing a New England mountain, canoeing on… — Michael Eisner Copy Share Image
In Montreal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
The summers ours, the winter too. Top down in the winter, that's what winners do. — Jay Z Copy Share Image
Pink was my mother's favourite colour. Since her passing four years ago, I have envisaged an almond grove with thick clusters of… — Carol Drinkwater Copy Share Image
The winter period between September and March in this country, when land sits fallow and is subject to topsoil loss, we could… — Vinod Khosla Copy Share Image
Love knows no winter; no, no! It is, and remains the sign of spring. — Johann Ludwig Tieck Copy Share Image
For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly, destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night.… — Robert Kennedy Copy Share Image
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, their beards of icicles and snow. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Anyone who has lived through an English winter can see the point of building Stonehenge to make the Sun come back. — Alison Jolly Copy Share Image
Master Chuang Tzu says the spring insect knows nothing of the winter! We can also say suspicion knows nothing of the peace… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
I've been into 3IOB since 'Battle Cry Under a Winter's Sun.' I've wanted to work with them since. — Joey Jordison Copy Share Image
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter… — Yoko Ono Copy Share Image
My mother could never have said she loved fall, but as she walked down the steps with her suitcase in hand toward… — Dinaw Mengestu Copy Share Image
In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts, whose windows and doors… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
In March winter is holding back and spring is pulling forward. Something holds and something pulls inside of us too. — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
“Getting in his car he let it warm up, feeling the heated seats grow warm under him. On a bitterly cold winter… — Louise Penny Copy Share Image
