Quote by Alice Sebold

Stones and bones; snow and frost; seeds and beans and polliwogs. Paths and twigs, assorted kisses, We all know who Daddy misses! His two…

— Alice Sebold

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?”

— Lewis Carroll

“The Garden Under Snow " Now the garden is under snow a blank page our footprints write on clare who was never mine but…

— Audrey Niffenegger

“But it had been a wonderful day, the most wonderful day in her whole life. She thought about the beautiful lake, and the town…

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

“She sat very still, listening to a stream gurgling, the breeze soughing through upper branches, the melodious kloo-klack of ravens, the nyeep-nyeep of nuthatches…

— Susan Vreeland

“She and Jack had formed her of snow and birch boughs and frosty wild grass.”

— Eowyn Ivey

“The snow kept on falling, and penetrated so deeply into her prone body that she had no other feeling than that of wanting to…

— Remy de Gourmont

“We held hands when we walked down the gingerbread path into the forest, blood dripping from our fingers. We danced with witches and kissed…

— Laurie Halse Anderson

“ I hope you're well, Alice. Here's to courage. And to heart, right? How about, here's also to the future, and everything it holds.…

— Holly Ringland

“And let her loves, when she is dead Write this above her bones, "No more she lives to give us bread Who asked her…

— Dorothy Parker

“There’s something beautiful about forgetting, about letting your thoughts melt into wordless blur of scents unwinding on the wind and paws skimming the ground…

— Karen Kincy

“And the snow that fell onto the roof in winter... it fell softly... softly... and it covered the house, the armchair, the books, the…

— Antonia Michaelis