Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And,… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
Blow, blow thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Her mouth was cold, her lips rough from the winter wind, and if… — David Benioff Copy Share Image
“Grasping the staff, Donia pressed her mouth to Beira’s still body and inhaled. The rest of the Winter Queen’s cold flowed into… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“He loved the interminable winter nights, when the dissatisfied wind mewed through the keyhole, and gusts of acrid smoke were driven down… — Violet Trefusis Copy Share Image
“There were two kinds of storms, Alice thought. One was a friendly kind that you could enjoy watching out the window with… — Thea Harrison Copy Share Image
“Lovers, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. When the… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“Winter Liar" by Liam Doyle the Incubus What come once here will never come again, no matter monument nor memory; all sunwarmed… — Juliet Dark Copy Share Image
