When I heated my home with oil, I used an average of 800 gallons a year. I have found that I can… — Dave Barry 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
In the winters, I enrolled in the hotel management program at Cornell University. I naively thought that I knew something about sleight-of-hand,… — Ricky Jay Copy Share Image
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair The bees are stirring, birds are on the wing, And Winter slumbering in… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
She often used to talk about the fact that during the war, her mother, because there was a little food and no… — Sean Hepburn Ferrer Copy Share Image
While in the city and its suburbs, I fed as if in danger of imminent execution. And I was able to confirm… — Sam Sifton Copy Share Image
Sometimes I go outside after a long stretch of writing and I'm surprised it's not raining. Or that it's daylight. Or that… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
Ambassador Winters, allow me to introduce my aunt Abby and her…boyfriend.' Townsed tensed. Abby glared. And Rebecca Baxter looked like she was… — Ally Carter Copy Share Image
“The hurt, resentment, the revenge, the pride, and regret are thrown hard and fast like snowballs in the winter. Some major ones… — Wes Adamson Copy Share Image
When it is winter and we must walk in the blizzard snow do not our fingers and toes whisper death And when… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share Image
“On November Eve they are at their gloomiest, for according to the old Gaelic reckoning, this is the first night of winter.… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“This twinned twinkle was delightful but not completely satisfying; or rather it only sharpened my appetite for other tidbits of light and… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Does a leaf, when it falls from the tree in winter, feel defeated by the cold? The tree says to the leaf:… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“Of course, fall isn't just about preparing for winter. It's also about sitting on the patio in a worn wool sweater and… — Brent Olson Copy Share Image
Winter looked at Leven. Leven looked right back at her. Winter's cheeks burned red and her green eyes outshone Leven's. The two… — Obert Skye Copy Share Image
The communities and countries best at using energy to optimize a microclimate for human life are also the ones whose people have… — Chris Hadfield Copy Share Image
A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
Sochi started with the same problem as every Winter Olympics. Forget the crass commercialism, the fake amateurism, NBC's refusal to televise important… — Alex Berenson Copy Share Image
This year I spent two months in Australia, and I did all the training camps in London. It was a really hard… — Peter Kauzer Copy Share Image
It was a true honor to have represented my country at my first Paralympic Winter Games and proud to bring home gold… — Mike Schultz Copy Share Image
My granny would come out and stay with us in the winter, and we would listen to the reports from the coastal… — Johann Lamont Copy Share Image
'Winter's Bone' really suited having a lower budget. It would be so hard rolling into a rural setting, a place where people… — Debra Granik Copy Share Image
'The Merchant of Venice' is a straightforward, clear story, while 'The Winter's Tale,' as a general rule, is hard to present because… — Jesse L. Martin Copy Share Image
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam.… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
“Light slowly grew in the room, planted by a few seeds of morning sun that whispered through the windows. The heater struggled… — Kate Willis Copy Share Image
All things with which we deal preach to us. What is a farm but a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat,… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“As I sat there on that winter afternoon, feeding the birds, laughing and rejoicing at the way they come again and again,… — Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache Copy Share Image
I am human. Like all humans, I do not remember my birth. By the time we wake up to ourselves, we are… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
Fiction writers have long turned to winter to advance bluer palettes, slicker surfaces, and sharper contrasts. The sky darkens, the wind picks… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
I remember opening my dad's closet and there were, like, 40 suits, every color of the rainbow, plaid and winter and summer.… — Jon Hamm Copy Share Image
Hinduism is a living organism liable to growth and decay subject to the laws of Nature. One and indivisible at the root,… — Mahatma Gandhi Copy Share Image
“The season was waning fast Our nights were growing cold at last I took her to bed with silk and song, 'Lay… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
Hospitality is gold in this City; you have to be clever to figure out how to be welcoming and defensive at the… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some would call me an environmentalist. I don't know why. I reuse the water that falls in my backyard in the winter.… — Ed Begley, Jr Copy Share Image
Last winter, when so many Living joined the Dead and our prey became scarce, I watched some of my friends become full-dead.… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
To the Technocrats: Have mercy on us. Relax a bit, take time out for simple pleasures. For example, the luxuries of electricity,… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
The summer following the winter that my mother took off into something called Women's Land for what I could only guess would… — Bennett Madison Copy Share Image
Why not include a provision that everybody shall, in good weather, hunt on his own land and catch fish in rivers that… — Noah Webster Copy Share Image
“winter always carries with it something of our sadness; then April came, that daybreak of summer, fresh like every dawn, gay like… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
