Precise, graceful, and generous, the poems in SuperLoop, seem to be born out of a deep, careful attention and a profound compassion.… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
Some will tell you that you are mad, and nearly all will say, 'What is the use?' For we are a nation… — Apsley Cherry-Garrard Copy Share Image
My mother could never have said she loved fall, but as she walked down the steps with her suitcase in hand toward… — Dinaw Mengestu Copy Share Image
I rolled the second car that I ever owned, a Toyota 4 Runner. This was winter in Colorado, two weeks before the… — Apolo Ohno Copy Share Image
You ask if there is no doctrine of sorrow in my philosophy. Of acute sorrow I suppose that I know comparatively little.… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time… — Mitchell Burgess Copy Share Image
Minnesotans who bought scenic art usually avoided winter scenes. Hannah didn't find that surprising. Minnesota winters were long. Why would they want… — Joanne Fluke Copy Share Image
Her grey eyes sparkled with passion as she spoke. Sid looked into them and for a second he glimpsed her soul. He… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
“Our winters are very long here, very long and very monotonous. But we don't complain about it downstairs, we're shielded against the… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
Is not this steadfastness to mark, to make, the character of your lives? Is it not God's will that we should press… — Maltbie Davenport Babcock Copy Share Image
There is but one season of the year when salmon should be served hot at a choice repast; that is in the… — Ward McAllister Copy Share Image
“It was snowing when I got off the bus at Flax Hill. Not quite regular snowfall, not exactly a blizzard. This is… — Helen Oyeyemi 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
During the years I was still playing, I would go to Puerto Rico in the winter and manage. When the day came,… — Frank Robinson Copy Share Image
Reminded of favorite poem by Wendy Cope which goes: At Christmas little children sing and merry bells jingle. The cold winter air… — Helen Fielding Copy Share Image
But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Spring is the season of gaiety, and winter of terror; in spring the heart of tranquility dances to the melody of the… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
“As a child, crisp spring afternoons were spent wading along Reedy Creek just beyond the field. Then came the heavy breeze in… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
“Fall, like the season, like right now. Fall is the transition period between summer and winter. Summer is fun and carefree and… — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
I read Norman Lock’s The Boy in His Winter with delight and amazement. Styled in the vernacular of a rapidly changing America,… — David Oshinsky Copy Share Image
“I used to love winter, and I would listen to it, drop by drop. Rain, rain like an appeal to a lover,… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
“I was free with every road as my home. No limitations and no commitments. But then summer passed and winter came and… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
After snowboarding a fair bit in 2011 and 2012 to test equipment, I got pretty good at it, and some friends at… — Mike Schultz Copy Share Image
“Events cast their shadows ahead; before a harsh winter, wild animals grow thicker fur, and the beaver puts on a thicker layer… — Dietrich Bonhoeffer Copy Share Image
Since the break-up of the 1990s, Russia has not had winter sports facilities. All the winter sport venues were effectively located in… — Sebastian Coe Copy Share Image
“Gripped with bitter cold, ice-locked, Petersburg burned in delirium. One knew: out there, invisible behind the curtain of fog, the red and… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“Many times I have walked the road in the solemn hush of a winter’s snowfall. And it seems that the inexpressible peace… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
“By noon, in a gray February world, we had come down through snow flurries to land at Albany, and had taken off… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image
I assume the only reason we have them is so that white people feel relevant in sports. Because other than that the… — Daniel Tosh Copy Share Image
She died on a windy gray day in March when the sky was full of darting crows and the world lay prostrate… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
I played football; I was a running back, and I took a hit, and I had a hairline fracture in my leg… — Nick McDonell Copy Share Image
I feel like we need an excuse to get excited for things, especially around the winter months because things really slowed down.… — Gabby Windey Copy Share Image
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
Marriages are always moving from one season to another. Sometimes we find ourselves in winter--discouraged, detached, and dissatisfied; other times we experience… — Gary Chapman Copy Share Image
Aristotle, in spite of his reputation, is full of absurdities. He says that children should be conceived in the Winter, when the… — Bertrand Russell Copy Share Image
“I have carted mangolds many times since then, and it is an occasion that always marks for me the beginning of winter.… — Adrian Bell Copy Share Image
“Idris had been green and gold and russet in the autumn, when Clary had first been there. It had a stark grandeur… — cassandra clare 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 is only one thing about which I shall have no regrets when my life ends. I have savored to the full… — Agnes Sligh Turnbull Copy Share Image
