In Minneapolis, the overhead sky walks protect pedestrians from the winter cold and snow. — Bill Dedman Copy Share Image
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
The Americans never walk. In winter too cold and in summer too hot. — Jack Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I always enjoy Oslo. It's a beautiful city, especially on a cold winter day. — Greg Rutherford Copy Share Image
Our [British] summers are often, though beautiful for verdure, so cold, that they are rather cold winters. — Horace Walpole Copy Share Image
The Highlanders regale themselves with whisky. They find it an excellent preservation against the winter cold. It is given with great success… — Tobias Smollett Copy Share Image
I was just thinking, if it is really religion with these nudist colonies, they sure must turn atheists in the wintertime. — Will Rogers Copy Share Image
Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Antisthenes says that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered,… — Plutarch Copy Share Image
Love doesna always mean burning flashes o' passion. Sometimes, it's jus' the warmth o' yer hearts as they beat yer day together."… — Karen Hawkins Copy Share Image
As long as we are alive, we feel fear. It is an intrinsic part of our makeup, as natural as a bitter… — Tara Brach Copy Share Image
When I think about the holidays, I think about the Salvation Army guys ringing bells in front of stores. They're always so… — Zach Braff Copy Share Image
“Springtime is my favorite. Winter is so cold and miserable but if we just keep going, if we just keep waiting, the… — Shannon Guymon Copy Share Image
For watching sports, I tend to drink Guinness; early evenings always begin well with a Grey Goose and tonic with plenty of… — Martin Bashir Copy Share Image
Why are we so attached to the severities of the past? Why are we so proud of having endured our fathers and… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
I am like the winter, cold, lonely, and dead on the inside. strong winds warp my thoughts and I feel like I… — Anonymous 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
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The problem of why God created the universe still troubles thinking men; but if we cannot know why, we can at least… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I am sure that hon. members will realize that I am not drawing on my imagination when I state that last fall… — Tommy Douglas Copy Share Image
The Faceless Achievers On completion of any social asset, a celebrity generally does the inauguration. On the other hand, the people who… — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
“One day in May 1930, Celia took her twoyear- old son for a swim at the yacht club, but it was already… — jon lee anderson Copy Share Image
Dan Brister's book bears witness to the last fifteen years of this bureaucratic madness to tame the last vestige of wild America… — Doug Peacock Copy Share Image
Love isn't a burst o' trumpets and a flock o' doves descendin' out o' the heavens to roost on yer heads. Tis… — Teresa Medeiros Copy Share Image
Even in winter, the cold isn't always bitter, and not every day is cruel. — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
I did a picture in England one winter and it was so cold I almost got married. — Shelley Winters Copy Share Image
“…Yes, San Francisco was far from all I longed to forget. But I was weary of the flat earth, the heat of… — Schoenewaldt Copy Share Image
Teeth of winter, sinking into my flesh, my own clacking against each other like knitting needles, and I wish they'd knit a… — Karen Elizabeth Gordon Copy Share Image
. . . the first spring in five free from the rumour of guns across the Channel, a spring anxious to make… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
Tis a sad day when ye ha' t' pinch yerself t' see if ye're awake or in th' midst o' a night… — Karen Hawkins Copy Share Image
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you… In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an… — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
Kids have to be tough to survive on the streets of Kathmandu, where older gang members often beat and rob them. They… — Craig Kielburger Copy Share Image
Reminded of favorite poem by Wendy Cope which goes: At Christmas little children sing and merry bells jingle. The cold winter air… — Helen Fielding Copy Share Image
“Burning aviators, clots of fire. The reeking night jar in our bedroom in Muswell Hill. Children skipping round me in a school… — Peter Behrens Copy Share Image