Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I watch the springs, the summers, the autumns; And when comes the winter snow monotonous, I shut all the doors and shutters… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
When we feel weak, all we have to do is wait a little while. The spring returns and the winter snows melt… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
I can't wait for winter...the snow, the ice skating, hot chocolate, days off school, snowball fights, winter clothes. Agh I love it. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There is still vitality under the winter snow, even though to the casual eye it seems to be dead. — Agnes Sligh Turnbull Copy Share Image
Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
“market, customers and vendors alike, but that stopped no one. In Nebraska during the winter, snow” — Todd Travis 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
“Never doubt God! Never say that He has forsaken or forgotten you or think that He is unsympathetic. He “will restore [your]… — Jim Reimann Copy Share Image
It reminded me of what Dad said after every snail’s crawl home from Albany when snow hit.“It’s New York, people. It’s winter.… — Kelley Armstrong Copy Share Image
Sing hey! Sing hey! For Christmas Day; Twine mistletoe and holly. For a friendship glows In winter snows, And so let's all… — Thomas Tusser Copy Share Image
And if there are no cars or planes, and if no one’s Uncle John is out in the wood lot west of… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Honest winter, snow clad and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; but that long deferment of the calendar's promise,… — George Gissing Copy Share Image
Could've come like a mighty storm. With all the strength of a hurricane. You could've come like a forest fire with the… — Chris Tomlin Copy Share Image
“By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
A flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant… — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
“As she reached back for the buckle, her fingers met Mr. Meisner’s. She jumped. “I can do this... Sir.” “Ah.” He brushed… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
I love you like a river that understands that it must learn to flow differently over waterfalls and to rest in the… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“Both sit silent, listening to the metal voices, near and distant, resounding from towers of various heights, in tones more various than… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The nearest arched window poured its soft light over him, allowing me to see every inch. Dressed smartly in black loafers and… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
Pale as ice you passed me by; I wondered what you really felt, And waited through the changing times, To see if… — John Marsden Copy Share Image
“ The Prophecy From the place where the sun rises, there will come to the People a great warrior who will stand… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“This is the circus of Dr. Lao. We show you things that you don't know. We tell you of places you'll never… — Charles G. Finney Copy Share Image
“The denizens of Feyland find the absence of magic to be quite funny. I mean no offense. ” “None taken.” “For example… — Kailin Gow Copy Share Image
“One of the special delights of my childhood was to go and see the cases of illuminated manuscripts in the British Museum,… — Alan Watts Copy Share Image
“She has touched me. My hatred for her has gone the way of the wind. She saved my life.” He quickly related… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“In the winter, when the first snow was too delicate to last on the sidewalks, it clung to the rough surface of… — Betty Smith Copy Share Image
“This was the place that shaped Arthur, this backwater, where the deep British past persisted the way scraps of winter snow last… — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
I have always had strong maternal instincts. Even when I was still a child I cut out pictures of prams from newspapers… — Agnetha Faltskog Copy Share Image
“The city rose out the ground beneath it like the first sparkling blossom in the fading winter snow. Here, the winter of… — Eva Vanrell Copy Share Image
“When Jed comes in and gives you that look where his forehead wrinkles up and his chin drops so low that his… — Jarod Kintz 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
“In spring, hundreds of flowers; in autumn, a harvest moon; In summer, a refreshing breeze; in winter, snow will accompany you. If… — Mu-mon Copy Share Image