“I have always loved the many moods of the sky at Rocky Flats. Turquoise and teal in summer, fiery red at sunset,… — Kristen Iversen Copy Share Image
My dear, In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love. In the midst of tears, I… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
So the Midwest nourishes us [...] and presents us with the spectacle of a land and a people completed and certain. And… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
They held hands and knew that only the coffin would lie in the earth; the bubbly laughter and the press of fingers… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
I don't mind your showing me your legs. They're very swell legs and it's a pleasure to make their acquaintance. I don't… — Raymond Chandler Copy Share Image
“Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter's deadness; harvest;… — Shauna Niequist Copy Share Image
I pray the gods some respite from the weary task of this long year's watch that lying on the Atreidae's roof on… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
SEASONS PASSED, FALL AND WINTER and spring and summer. Leaves blew in through the open door of Lucius Clarke’s shop, and rain,… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share Image
When an almond tree became covered with blossoms in the heart of winter, all the trees around it began to jeer. 'What… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
To many forms of life of our northern lands, winter means a long sleep; to others, it means what it means to… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
Look round and round upon this bare bleak plain, and see even here, upon a winter's day, how beautiful the shadows are!… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Winter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snowmen And houses into birthday cakes And spreading sugar over lakes. Smooth… — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
“Caught in the doldrums of August we may have regretted the departing summer, having sighed over the vanished strawberries and all that… — Denis Mackail 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
“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
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
“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
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
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
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
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
The moles nested in my cellar, nibbling every third potato, and making a snug bed even there of some hair left after… — Henry David Thoreau 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
“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
“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
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
“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
“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
“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
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
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
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
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
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
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