“By December an elastic skin of ice reached out hundreds of miles into the sea, rolling with every wave.” — Will Chancellor Copy Share Image
It was not in the winter Our loving lot was cast! It was the time of roses, We plucked them as we… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And,… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
A dull, dark, depressing day in Winter: the whole world looks like a Methodist church at Wednesday night prayer meeting. — H. L. Mencken Copy Share Image
Yet all how beautiful! Pillars of pearl Propping the cliffs above, stalactites bright From the ice roof depending; and beneath, Grottoes and… — William Henry Burleigh Copy Share Image
“Winter. No one likes winter.” “It gets dark early, I like that.” “Why?” Because that means the day has ended. I like… — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
With the ripening of the fruits in Autumn the leaves begin to wither and the trees, taking up their sap from the… — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
“This is a story, told the way you say stories should be told: Somebody grew up, fell in love, and spent a… — Ann Beattie Copy Share Image
Tis a sad day when ye ha' t' pinch yerself t' see if ye're awake or in th' midst o' a night… — Karen Hawkins Copy Share Image
Leaves like rusty tin for the desolate mind that has seen the end- the barest glimmerings. Leaves aswirl with gulls made wild… — Giorgos Seferis Copy Share Image
“She threw one leg over his and straddled his lap, then reached under herself and found him again. He tore his mouth… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
When one has faith that the spring thaw will arrive, the winter winds seem to lose some of their punch. — Robert Veninga Copy Share Image
“I have always hated the emptiness that winter brings, the blank landscape and the stark difference between sky and ground, the way… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
My children haven't read 'Winter Journal'. They have read some of my work, but I really don't foist it on them. I… — Paul Auster Copy Share Image
As I love nature, as I love singing birds, and gleaming stubble, and flowing rivers, and morning and evening, and summer and… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
I wanted to turn everything off, too. Just press a button - click - and shut myself down. Turn off my heart,… — Kevin Brooks Copy Share Image
Time seems to slow down after the winter holiday. New York loses all of its winter romance and is just cold. — Lela Loren Copy Share Image
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit… — Stanley Crawford Copy Share Image
“Here’s a typical British–Swiss chat about the weather: Brit, coming in from outside: ‘Brrr, it’s so cold out today.’ Swiss: ‘It’s winter.” — Diccon Bewes Copy Share Image
I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food… — Brendan Behan Copy Share Image
