“Meanwhile,' said Mr Tumnus, 'it is winter in Narnia, and has been for ever so long, and we shall both catch cold… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us— We… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
One winter, I went to Erfoud to research trilobites and got to know the quarries, the dealers, and the remote mining villages.… — Lawrence Osborne Copy Share Image
Perhaps of all our untamed quadrupeds, the fox has obtained the widest and most familiar reputation… His recent tracks still give variety… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The night of December 25, to which date the Nativity of Christ was ultimately assigned, was exactly that of the birth of… — Joseph Campbell Copy Share Image
“Winter had long since come. It was freezing cold. Torn-up sounds and forms appeared with no evident connection from the frosty mist,… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
“And maybe one winter it will get too cold and I’ll forget about the summers we once shared. My family portrait might… — Nicholaus Patnaude Copy Share Image
What greater delight and wonder can there be than to leave the straight lines of personality and deviate into these footpaths that… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“People say the beach is the great equaliser Who are they kidding? Sit at Bondi and watch the boys flex And the… — Steven Herrick Copy Share Image
Decade after decade, artists came to paint the light of Provincetown, and comparisons were made to the lagoons of Venice and the… — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
“We have familiar experience of the order, the constancy, the perpetual renovation of the material world which surrounds us. Frail and transitory… — William Peter Blatty Copy Share Image
“She belongs to the winter that is past, to the darkness that is over, and has no part or lot in the… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
In winter, play with the snow; in summer, play with the Sun! Do not wait for something to come; everything is already… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
Autobiographical writings, essays, interviews, various other things... All the non-fiction prose I wanted to keep, that was the idea behind this collected… — Paul Auster Copy Share Image
The dog writhing in the gutter, its back broken by a passing car, knows what it is to be alive. So too… — George Greenstein Copy Share Image
Winter Song The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and… — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
“The winter was not really winter at all, and therein may lie Key West's greatest charm. If one does not have to… — James Lee Burke Copy Share Image
“But in the country death comes, uninvited, during the day. It takes fishermen in their longboats. It grabs children by the ankles… — Louise Penny Copy Share Image
I know what the problem is, of course. The disorientation, the distraction, the difficulty focusing - all classic Phase One signs of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
My birthplace was California, but I couldn't forget Armenia, so what is one's country? Is it land of the earth, in a… — William Saroyan 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
Last night, we did the Threatdown -- God, it's hard to even talk about this -- and for the first time, I… — Stephen Colbert Copy Share Image
“In winter, the air is clear enough to drink, and your eyes can travel many hundreds of miles until they reach the… — Anuradha Roy Copy Share Image
“At home in Moscow everything was in its winter routine; the stoves were heated, and in the morning it was still dark… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
We can choose to be grateful, no matter what. This type of gratitude transcends whatever is happening around us. It surpasses disappointment,… — Dieter F. Uchtdorf Copy Share Image
In London the day after Christmas (Boxing Day), it began to snow: my first snow in England. For five years, I had… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“It is no easy matter to be the dictator of body. It is not a matter of theory, but of practice. You… — Kaiten Nukariya Copy Share Image
You’re kind of a psycho. I get that.” “I might be,” Monica agreed, and gave her a slow, strange smile. “You’re one… — Rachel Caine Copy Share Image
“The spring flowers have been particularly beautiful this year. I think they become more so with every passing year. Their memory is… — Rachel R. Smith Copy Share Image
I think one of the most difficult things about the lifestyle is that when it's winter, and there is no running water,… — Matt Ross 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
Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but… — George R. R. Martin Copy Share Image
The phenomena of the year take place every day in a pond on a small scale. Every morning, generally speaking, the shallow… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
People hit the sauce in a big way all winter. Amidst blizzards they wrestle unsuccessfully with the dark comedy of their lives,… — Amy Gerstler Copy Share Image
“The saddest thing of all was that their party represented a deviation from the conditions of the time. It was impossible to… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
“Winter dark, five o'clock in the morning by the little gold carriage clock on the bedroom mantelpiece. The clock, an English one… — Kate Atkinson 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
“Such,' he said,'O King, seems to me the present life of men on earth, in comparison with that time which to us… — Bede Copy Share Image
For a hundred and fifty years, in the pasture of dead horses, roots of pine trees pushed through the pale curves of… — Donald Hall Copy Share Image