You may depend on it that the bunting, emberiza miliaria, does not leave this country in the winter. — Gilbert White Copy Share Image
In a snowfall that covers the winter grass a white heron uses his own whiteness to disappear. — Dogen Copy Share Image
“I. IN WINTER Myself Pale mornings, and I rise. Still Morning Snow air--my fingers curl. Awakening New snow, O pine of dawn!… — Yvor Winters Copy Share Image
“Now winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow; From the soft street the rooms… — Richard Wilbur Copy Share Image
Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
If the Halcyon days of a Mediterranean winter, god-blessed, were good enough for sublime kingfishers they should certainly have something to offer… — Bettany Hughes Copy Share Image
And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
The thing one resents about winter is its inactivity; the perpetual sameness of ice-armored hills and snow-blanketed woods. Great things, of course,… — Anne Bosworth Greene Copy Share Image
Hospitality is gold in this City; you have to be clever to figure out how to be welcoming and defensive at the… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
'I know,' said Winter, 'but they don't know.' And he went on with a thought he had been having. 'A time-minded people,'… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
“We read the pagan sacred books with profit and delight. With myth and fable we are ever charmed, and find a pleasure… — Robert G. Ingersoll Copy Share Image
I use a Clarins sunscreen every day, even in winter; it's the secret to keeping beautiful skin even as you get older. — Jeanne Damas Copy Share Image
“Autumn is the season of subtractions, the Japanese art of taking more and more away to charge the few things that remain.… — Pico Iyer Copy Share Image
“Winter was come indeed bringing with it those pleasures of which the summer dreamer knows nothing—the delight when the fine and glittering… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Bakers of bread rolls and pastry cooks will not buy grain before eleven o'clock in winter and noon in summer. — Cardinal Richelieu Copy Share Image
I grew up in New Hampshire. My closest neighbor was a mile away. The deer and the raccoons were my friends. So… — Steven Tyler Copy Share Image
“The thought brought a ghost of a smile to his lips. Winter evoked primordial feelings of seeking shelter and fire. The realization… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share Image
Why do our kids need to be protected from flu? Isn't that something only for the cold western countries who have long,… — Raveena Tandon Copy Share Image
“My body craved sunshine; winter felt like an addict’s withdrawal.” — Sharon E. Rainey Copy Share Image
Shall we all be saved? Shall we go to Heaven? Alas, my children, we do not know at all! But I tremble… — John Vianney Copy Share Image
Our shipment of mowers was lost at sea and while we waited, winter descended and covered our green lawns with snow. That… — Terry Matthews Copy Share Image
The sunbeams are welcome now. They seem like pure electricity—like friendly and recuperating lightning. Are we led to think electricity abounds only… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
“On increasingly warm nice days I liked to sit toward noon on the bench encircling the cherry tree and look at the… — Adalbert Stifter Copy Share Image
