And somewhat as in blind night, on a mild sea, a sailor may be made aware of an iceberg, fanged and mortal,… — James Agee Copy Share Image
You're kidding, right?" Ezra barked. "We're not just going to wait." "I suppose we could help people clean up a bit," "Girl!"… — Obert Skye Copy Share Image
If youve ever lived in Chicago, anyone who has, they know what a winter in Chicago is like. To be going through… — Lee DeWyze Copy Share Image
In order that the mortar in the joints may not suffer from frosts, drench it with oil-dregs every year before winter begins.… — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
I hold that the beginning of modern Irish drama was in the winter of 1898, at a school feast at Coole, when… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
The Christians stole the winter solstice from the pagans, and capitalism stole it from the Christians. — George Monbiot Copy Share Image
“He hated this time of year. Every day was shorter than the last. Night began to fall in late afternoon. Winter could… — Tami Hoag Copy Share Image
“Sustained loss can sometimes seem never-ending, like a bleak, eternal winter of the soul. Yet spring always returns. Even on the heels… — Cindee Snider Re Copy Share Image
We are the last remaining country to allow ourselves two breaks in the season. You just have to look at England, Italy… — Franz Beckenbauer 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
“Early Summer, loveliest season, The world is being colored in. While daylight lasts on the horizon, Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing. The dusty-colored… — Marie Heaney Copy Share Image
“In honor of October, really just hours away now..... Brew me a cup for a winter's night. For the wind howls loud… — Minna Thomas Antrim Copy Share Image
“Every year we get together and throw a big feast for the winter solstice, a festival in which every game and every… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“The next morning it is still snowing, which makes me feel gloomy. People describe snow as soft and light and airy. Delicate… — Tess Hilmo Copy Share Image
England is like the margin of a spring-run: near its source, always green, always cool, always moist, comparatively free from frost in… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
They [potatoes] are good for boys cold fingers at suppertime on winter nights. — Mary Virginia Terhune Copy Share Image