My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue!), A horrid… — John Phillips Copy Share Image
The earth with yellow pearsAnd overgrown with roses wildUpon the pond is bent,And swans divine,With kisses drunkYou drop your headsIn the sublimely… — Friedrich Holderlin Copy Share Image
My face and skin trick is to moisturise well in the winter time, because the weather eats up your skin, and I… — Kelly Rowland Copy Share Image
Blackberry winter, the time when the hoarforst lies on the blackberry blossoms; without this frost the berries will not set. It is… — Margaret Mead Copy Share Image
The neck on which diamonds might have worthily sparkled, will look less tempting when the biting winter has hung icicles there for… — Samuel Lover Copy Share Image
You look like a winter night", he had told her when he had given it to her. "I could sleep inside the… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Winter is the time for study, you know, and the colder it is the more studious we are. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“The time will come when Winter will ask you what you were doing all Summer.” — Henry Clay Copy Share Image
“If on a winter's night a traveler, outside the town of Malbork, leaning from the steep slope without fear of wind or… — Italo Calvino Copy Share Image
“At the lip of a cliff, I look out over Lake Superior, through the bare branches of birches and the snow-covered branches… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
I'm a huge fan of Jonathan Winters. He's influenced everyone who's ever done improvisational comedy. You look to Jonathan Winters for inspiration.… — Rob Reiner Copy Share Image
We are beginning to see a fundamental outrage at the whole interconnected mess of a system: at energy companies who record massive… — Noreena Hertz Copy Share Image
“The snow filled the air with a soft grey-blue mist, softening the wind and gunfire, bringing the earth and sky together into… — Vasily Grossman Copy Share Image
Moonless winter night- a billow of rising fog hides the distant pines — Lenard Moore Copy Share Image
Even in the winter, in the midst of the storm, the sun is still there. Somewhere above the clouds, it still shines… — Gloria Gaither Copy Share Image
Frost grows on the window glass, forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry. Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh, Through… — Lydia M. Child Copy Share Image
Through the chill of December the early winter moans... but it's that January wind that rattles old bones. — John Facenda Copy Share Image
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Our sport is one of the few on the winter side that is so diverse. It shows we don't have to be… — Elana Meyers Copy Share Image
