Quote by John Knowles

“...there is a kind of comfort to be gained from the passing of time, hour upon hour, day upon day, time falling like thick…

— Sarah Dunant

“The deeper I went into the valley, the greater the rewards. First, it was a clump of birches, the bottoms wrapped in thick fog,…

— Megan Rich

“On increasingly warm nice days I liked to sit toward noon on the bench encircling the cherry tree and look at the bare trees,…

— Adalbert Stifter

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you…

— Anonymous

“Daylight would have shown a wilderness weathered and blowzy, a wanton that had lived her summer too fast and too greedily. It would have…

— Irvin S. Cobb

“It was one January morning, very early—a pinching, frosty morning—the cove all grey with hoar-frost, the ripple lapping softly on the stones, the sun…

— Robert Louis Stevenson

“spine as she sneaked a look down the forested slope. The Blue Ridge Mountains were sheathed in October’s mellow gold, but the leaves were…

— Scott Nicholson

“Pedaling down the maple lined drive, quicksilver temper ebbed, her resilient spirits were lifted with the beauty of the day. The valley was stirring…

— Nora Roberts

“First Snow The snow began here this morning and all day continued, its white rhetoric everywhere calling us back to why, how, whence such beauty…

— mary oliver

“There's something about being from Maine that you can never let hold of - the pointed firs and feathery pine trees, the wide open…

— Caitlin Shetterly

“mountains. They stand at every view, like a mother offering a blanket in which to wrap everyday life and shelter it from useless. dreads.…

— Barbara Kingsolver

“Colors shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in…

— Haruki Murakami