I wanted to turn everything off, too. Just press a button - click - and shut myself down. Turn off my heart,… — Kevin Brooks Copy Share Image
The Arctic is a highway. The tree limit, the scarcity of trees, freed people to walk. Particularly in the wintertime. Which connected… — Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa Copy Share Image
Winter is not an end. It is in transit. It is headed to bankruptcy. The sheriff will sell its stock for what… — William Alfred Quayle Copy Share Image
After a long day, folk rest at night. After a long summer, folk play games and sit about in the winter. After… — Jane Smiley Copy Share Image
“Winter hasn’t achieved in thirty centuries what Terra once achieved in thirty decades. Neither has Winter ever paid the price that Terra… — Ursula K. Le Guin 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
The perfect winter's night for me would be with all the family together. As you get a little older and everybody has… — Charles Kelley Copy Share Image
My signature look is an eighties baby doll dress, combat boots with colorful socks sticking out, and then mounds of jewelry. I… — Zoey Deutch Copy Share Image
Winter has caused damage everywhere: meadow and forest are all grey, where before you heard many sounds. If I could see the… — Walther von der Vogelweide Copy Share Image
I wish I could remember the first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me; If bright or dim the season… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“Four seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of Man: He has his lusty Spring,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
That was on a night in August. Dad Lewis died early that morning and the young girl Alice from next door got… — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
“Right Here. Beside a living, breathing human being who cares for me. I can see it in the cool lagoons of his… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I knew by the signs it would be a hard winter. The hollies bore a heavy crop of berries and birds stripped… — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
When I was little, we lived on 8 acres and my mom had a horse. But when I was 7, my mom… — Bonnie Jo Campbell Copy Share Image
“Daylight would have shown a wilderness weathered and blowzy, a wanton that had lived her summer too fast and too greedily. It… — Irvin S. Cobb Copy Share Image
There was a computer in our garage when I was growing up, and I'd go out there in winter and wrap myself… — Eleanor Catton Copy Share Image
But Winter has yet brighter scenes-he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods All… — William C. Bryant 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
“Return of love, more blest may be the view; As call it winter, which being full of care, Makes summer’s welcome thrice… — 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
If youve ever lived in Chicago, anyone who has, they know what a winter in Chicago is like. To be going through… — Lee DeWyze Copy Share Image
The Botanischer Garten in Berlin has one of Europe's finer winter trails, leading in careful order from glasshouses devoted to African-American and… — John Burnside Copy Share Image
Although farming of any sort was almost as impossible in the plains as in the dry regions of winter rains farther west,… — Ellsworth Huntington Copy Share Image
Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The most serious charge which can be brought against New England is not Puritanism, but February… Spring is too far away to… — Joseph Wood Krutch 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
