There's no way I would have got to see so much of the world, with my humble background, without modelling. We were… — Carmen Dell'Orefice Copy Share Image
“Colder than the winter wind howling its dirge through the Southwest Forest. Colder than the snow blanketing tree, rock and earth in… — Brian Jacques Copy Share Image
Just as a dancer, turning and turning, may fill the dusty light with the soft swirl of her flying skirts, our weeping… — Ted Kooser Copy Share Image
“We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a… — Maria Howe Copy Share Image
Summer's the same, autumn is even more extreme. Then winter is when you sort of condense all of your ideas. You process… — Rene Redzepi Copy Share Image
“still other winters average their rain months into a long, cold season of relentless sog and little color. At such times, looking… — Robert Michael Pyle Copy Share Image
“But you must be awash in a sea of compliments, my lady. Every gentleman you meet must voice his admiration, his wish… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“That's my Middle West-not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth,… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
It was the coldest winter ever! I thought last winter was the coldest winter ever, but I was wrong now wasn't I?… — Lewis Black Copy Share Image
Ice is most welcome in a cold drink on a hot day. But in the heart of winter, you want a warm… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
The traditional roots of Scandinavian cuisine are not that spectacular, to say the least. When we write about the traditions that we… — Rene Redzepi Copy Share Image
The summer lasted a long long time, like verse after verse of a ballad, but when it ended, it ended like a… — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
Suttree surfaced from these fevered deeps to hear a maudlin voice chant latin by his bedside, what medieval ghost come to usurp… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“It was early autumn, then, before the snow began to fly. –(There’s an expression for you, born in the country, born from… — Howard O'Hagan Copy Share Image
Our lives are so important to us that we tend to think the story of them begins with our birth. First there… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
Nature has many scenes to exhibit, and constantly draws a curtain over this part or that. She is constantly repainting the landscape… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
A human life has seasons much as the earth has seasons, each time with its own particular beauty and power. And gift.… — Rachel Naomi Remen Copy Share Image
During the winter of 2013, we were running 'Comet' up in midtown - as opposed to downtown - and across the street… — Phillipa Soo Copy Share Image
“Bathed in shades of violet, she comes in the dark. Power unrecognized, half human, half mar. Born in lightning, anointed in tears,… — Tracy Deebs Copy Share Image
Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in the falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“How could it be winter without snow?I appreciated every season, but winter was my favorite.I loved when it was time to pull… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
As he looked up at the clouds or down at the precipice, he realized that this woman was the most important thing… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
I rented a summer home in the winter on Long Island, I took long walks, and then I ended up moving to… — June Millington Copy Share Image
“What if you get stranded in the town where pears and winter are variants for one another? Can you eat winter? No.… — Anne Carson Copy Share Image
I've lived to bury my desires and see my dreams corrode with rust now all that's left are fruitless fires that burn… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Guy Savelli's role in the War on Terror began when half-a-dozen strangers, within days of one another, contacted him via e-mail and… — Jon Ronson Copy Share Image
“After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
With Russia about to hold the Winter Games in Sochi, the country is open to pressure. American and world leaders must speak… — Harvey Fierstein Copy Share Image
“Winter arrived with December, and the world continued to suffer the loss of the Internet and most forms of communication. Supply chains… — Mark A. Rayner Copy Share Image
“The soft scent of freshly fallen leaves tenderly permeated a forest ignited to a flaming brilliance with sizzling reds, burning oranges, and… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
“Colored lights blink on and off, racing across the green boughs. Their reflections dance across exquisite glass globes and splinter into shards… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
Far away, where the swallows take refuge in winter, lived a king who had eleven sons and one daughter, Elise. The eleven… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
I require silence to write the way an apple tree requires winter to make fruit. Being with people is intimate and joyous,… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village. downtown… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
“And finally it seemed autumn had realized it was September. The last lingering days of summer had been pushed off stage and… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
The deadnettle is the Punxsutawney Phil of the plant world: short of stature but stout of heart. At the first hint of… — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
“I've always wished that spring would come...because I was so afraid of the cold world, cloaked in white. It did nothing but… — Hajin Yoo Copy Share Image
That in the winter, seeing a tree stripped of its leaves, and considering that within a little time, the leaves would be… — Brother Lawrence Copy Share Image
North Korea and China have proposed what sounds like a pretty sensible option that North Korea should end its development of nuclear… — Noam Chomsky Copy Share Image
She serves me a piece of it a few minutes out of the oven. A little steam rises from the slits on… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
