Winter days Quote by Jonathan Lethem Download Open image ““Winter days were static glimpsed between channel flips.”” — Jonathan Lethem ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Winter days
“All the colorful lights had been turned off and the sky was the color of television static.” — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Never rail at the storms, the furious winds, the biting frosts and snows...Bright days and dark days are both expressions of the great mystery.” — Luther Standing Bear Copy Share Image
“The winter night blew in with frosty wind, and the street lamps with their sputtering carbons swung restlessly and made the shadows dart back… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
“We all know that a winter scene, though it may be covered one day, with even the trees dressed in shawls of snow, will… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
“It was one of those sneaky days in late winter where spring came along to get a lay of the land.” — Dennis Lehane Copy Share Image
“It was a short, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean,… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
“Later in the winter I'd tire of the snow, but Christmas snow was different.” — Marie Landry Copy Share Image
“It was only sometimes, when a spring day came in the middle of winter, that one had a sudden feeling that nothing was really… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
It was often this way, life consisted of a series of false beginnings, bluff declarations of arrival to destinations not even glimpsed. — Jonathan Lethem Copy Share Image
I've been an advocate against the view of the writer as a partitioned genius hanging in conceptual space, or up on a mountain, a… — Jonathan Lethem Copy Share Image
“I suppose there was never a reason for tearing down a cabin or scrapping a stopped automobile, if you had all those acres.” — Jonathan Lethem Copy Share Image
My heart, to put it more simply, got nostalgic for the present. Always a bad sign. — Jonathan Lethem Copy Share Image
It's impossible to overstate how my relationship to music forms a preserve for the esoteric or even spiritual aspect of my relationship to cultural… — Jonathan Lethem Copy Share Image
“If. If Mingus Rude could be kept in this place, kept somehow in Dylan's pocket, in his stinging, smudgy hands, then summer wouldn't give… — Jonathan Lethem Copy Share Image
I had always wanted to be a writer who confused genre boundaries and who was read in multiple contexts. — Jonathan Lethem Copy Share Image
“Mingus Rude, Arthur Lomb, Gabriel Stern and Tim Vandertooth, even Aaron K. Doily: Dylan never met anyone who wasn't about to change immediately into… — Jonathan Lethem Copy Share Image
I try to write every day. I don't beat myself up about word counts, or how many hours are ticking by on the clock… — Jonathan Lethem Copy Share Image
There was now a distinct manifestation of morning in the air, and presently the bleared white visage of a sunless winter day emerged like… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
What a severe yet master artist old Winter is... No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel... — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
We didn't think the library was funny looking in it's faux- Greek splendor, nor did we find the cuisine limited or bland, or the… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
“For it is God’s love that warms me in the sun and God’s love that sends the cold rain. It is God’s love that… — Thomas Merton Copy Share Image
Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
Learn to love the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow on a… — Lowell L. Bennion Copy Share Image
Let's say you have an ax. Just a cheap one, from Home Depot. On one bitter winter day, you use said ax to behead… — David Wong Copy Share Image
O Time and change! - with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
And there is quite a different sort of conversation around a fire than there is in the shadow of a beech tree.... Four dry… — Pietro Aretino Copy Share Image
At Last It's a perfect winter day. No wind. No Arctic freeze. Cloudless azure sky. A day to fly. Snow drapes the mountain like… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Genesis 8:22 As long as the earth endures, seed time and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, will never cease.… — John Shimkus Copy Share Image
