It has been ordained that there be summer and winter, abundance and dearth, virtue and vice, and all such opposites for the… — Epictetus Copy Share Image
“I was alone, with a stranger, inside the walls of a dark palace, in a strange snow-changed city, in the heart of… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
But now I rejoice when, in my winter studio, I can spread out my summer studies and recall through them the beautiful… — Christopher Pearse Cranch Copy Share Image
“But the winter king, less occupied, will begin to think about his conscience. He will begin to think about his pride. He… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
“Some chase wealth to feel fine, Some want fame to rise and shine, Some find joy in power, or the divine, But… — Mouloud Benzadi Copy Share Image
At first, I didn't really care if global warming existed. But then I realized it means that less bums would freeze to… — Zach Braff Copy Share Image
Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while… — Martial Copy Share Image
However old a conjugal union, it still garners some sweetness. Winter has some cloudless days, and under the snow a few flowers… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
“I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future - the timelessness of the… — Andrew Wyeth Copy Share Image
And then God gave me insight: this was winter. It would end, in time, but not by my own doing. My responsibility… — Mark Buchanan Copy Share Image
“Winter denial: therein lay the key to California Schadenfreude--the secret joy that the rest of the country feels at the misfortune of… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
Old customs are easy to forget with the flashing of events in our lives. Easy to forget, like the heavy clothing we… — Craig Childs Copy Share Image
“Summer in Pittsburgh had a way of hating you, had a way of beating you down, getting into your bones and thoughts.… — Doug Rice Copy Share Image
“The elk that you glimpse in the summer, those at the forest edge, are survivors of winter, only the strongest. You see… — Craig Childs Copy Share Image
In the summer there are twelve cottonwoods around the pool, which in the winter become an elevated thicket. There is also a… — Donald Judd Copy Share Image
They were playing old Bob Dylan, more than perfect for narrow Village streets close to Christmas and the snow whirling down in… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
Nothing in the next-door world of Dachau impinged on the great winter cycle of Beethoven chamber music played in Munich. No canvases… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
The long, cold Minnesota winters instilled in me a fascination for exotic far off places; I aspired toward a career in tropical… — Peter Agre Copy Share Image
I'd studied dance in Chicago every summer end taught it all winter, and I was well-rounded. I wasn't worried about getting a… — Gene Kelly Copy Share Image
Please remember the hundreds of tiny empty stomachs in our communities. Winter is a tough time for birds and other small creatures… — Alex Pacheco Copy Share Image
“A plot, whether abandoned by a reader or pursued rapturously, remains itself, and gets where it is headed even if nobody is… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
I love winter. It's a beautiful time, but also a melancholic time, a reflective time, and I'd come to a point in… — Katie Melua Copy Share Image
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until… — Jenny Han Copy Share Image
I experienced Kabul with my brother the way Amir and Hassan do: long school days in the summer, kite fighting in the… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
The winter's frost must rend the burr of the nut before the fruit is seen. So adversity tempers the human heart, to… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
After finals and winter break...after I'm back to full strength, we'll go get Preston. Whether Mom and Abby and Joe and Townsend… — Ally Carter Copy Share Image
She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
“Sustained loss can sometimes seem never-ending, like a bleak, eternal winter of the soul. Yet spring always returns. Even on the heels… — Cindee Snider Re Copy Share Image
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I was at the South Pole, the coldest it got - and I didn't go outside - was minus 111. That… — Christina Koch Copy Share Image
You are warmer then the summer time, so I hold you threw the winter time and the love inside your eyes can… — Trey Songz Copy Share Image
The thing one resents about winter is its inactivity; the perpetual sameness of ice-armored hills and snow-blanketed woods. Great things, of course,… — Anne Bosworth Greene Copy Share Image
Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Winter was traditionally a quiet time for armies, summer being the accepted and most civilized season to recommence killing the enemy.” — Alexander Rose Copy Share Image
“Snow harder! Snow more! Snow blizzards galore! I can’t get enough Of the fluffy white stuff! Snow! Snow! Snow! Snow a ton!… — Paul Kortepeter Copy Share Image
“winter in downeast Maine makes summer seem like something that only happens to other, more fortunate people, probably on some other planet.” — Sarah Graves Copy Share Image
Hollywood is a perpetual summerland, a temperate, godless yaw where the very word 'season' has been co-opted by television executives. There are… — Diablo Cody Copy Share Image
“-This is really a very deep and maybe hopeless winter night – I say on me foolishly. My fear hasn’t disappeared. This… — Alexandar Tomov Copy Share Image
“It's good to cry a bit, 'cause that helps us get through the rough parts. And the winter is though, there's no… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
