I didn't know at the time I was writing Because of Winn-Dixie where the story came from, but in retrospect I can… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share Image
March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I am giving this winter two courses of lectures to three students, of which one is only moderately prepared, the other less… — Carl Friedrich Gauss Copy Share Image
“Winter in Wisconsin is the ideal time to avoid someone because our garments grow ever larger, ever thicker, and we go about… — Nickolas Butler Copy Share Image
When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
How vulgar, this hankering after immortality, how vain, how false. Composers are merely scribblers of cave paintings. One writes music because winter… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
On winter Sundays when I was a child, we waited for my father to return from his tennis game with bagels and… — Jane Leavy Copy Share Image
California is lucky, the East Coast is lucky because we get great seafood and a lot of produce from Florida, locally in… — Eric Ripert Copy Share Image
“Huge, dizzying, clumps and clusters of snow falling through the air, patches of white against an iron-gray sky, snow that touches your… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
When death comes, it's just like winter. We don't say, "There ought not to be winter." That the winter season, when the… — Alan Watts Copy Share Image
It was in 1590--winter. Austria was far away from the world, and asleep; it was still the Middle Ages in Austria, and… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
The Christian Bible is a symbolic book, not a literal one. The one Christians know as Jesus was actually a symbol for… — David Icke Copy Share Image
“The boys were going to a place that none had ever been before, to serve an order that had been the enemy… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
I went to America in the winter of 1872-73, authorised to secure, if I could, the passage of a bill demonetising silver.… — Ernest Seyd Copy Share Image
“A week before, snow had been forecast. Snow was gathering in the north and would, by the weekend, come down on the… — Peter Maughan Copy Share Image
It is quite affecting to observe how much the olive tree is to the country people. Its fruit supplies them with food,… — Fredrika Bremer Copy Share Image
In spite of all the dishonour, the broken standards, the broken lives, The broken faith in one place or another, There was… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter, and is about as ample at one season… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
As white snowflakes fall quietly and thickly on a winter day, answers to prayer will settle down upon you at every step… — Ole Hallesby Copy Share Image
Nothing in the next-door world of Dachau impinged on the great winter cycle of Beethoven chamber music played in Munich. No canvases… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
I'd studied dance in Chicago every summer end taught it all winter, and I was well-rounded. I wasn't worried about getting a… — Gene Kelly Copy Share Image
The long, cold Minnesota winters instilled in me a fascination for exotic far off places; I aspired toward a career in tropical… — Peter Agre Copy Share Image
Please remember the hundreds of tiny empty stomachs in our communities. Winter is a tough time for birds and other small creatures… — Alex Pacheco Copy Share Image
“A plot, whether abandoned by a reader or pursued rapturously, remains itself, and gets where it is headed even if nobody is… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while… — Martial Copy Share Image
At first, I didn't really care if global warming existed. But then I realized it means that less bums would freeze to… — Zach Braff Copy Share Image
However old a conjugal union, it still garners some sweetness. Winter has some cloudless days, and under the snow a few flowers… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
“I was alone, with a stranger, inside the walls of a dark palace, in a strange snow-changed city, in the heart of… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
“Some chase wealth to feel fine, Some want fame to rise and shine, Some find joy in power, or the divine, But… — Mouloud Benzadi Copy Share Image
“But the winter king, less occupied, will begin to think about his conscience. He will begin to think about his pride. He… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
But now I rejoice when, in my winter studio, I can spread out my summer studies and recall through them the beautiful… — Christopher Pearse Cranch Copy Share Image
Go back,” he said. “Can’t. Stand aside?” “Can’t.” “So it’s like that?” I said. Fix exhaled. Then he nodded. “Yeah.” And for… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
I could have screamed, but I didn’t. I could have fought, but I didn’t. I just lay there and let it happen,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
It has been ordained that there be summer and winter, abundance and dearth, virtue and vice, and all such opposites for the… — Epictetus Copy Share Image
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The Botanischer Garten in Berlin has one of Europe's finer winter trails, leading in careful order from glasshouses devoted to African-American and… — John Burnside Copy Share Image
Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Although farming of any sort was almost as impossible in the plains as in the dry regions of winter rains farther west,… — Ellsworth Huntington Copy Share Image
The most serious charge which can be brought against New England is not Puritanism, but February… Spring is too far away to… — Joseph Wood Krutch Copy Share Image
Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image