Blanket Quote by Markus Zusak

“It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it had pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater.”

— Markus Zusak

“Winter had long since come. It was freezing cold. Torn-up sounds and forms appeared with no evident connection from the frosty mist, stood, moved,…

— Boris Pasternak

“Then there was silence, the air like ice. Brittle-looking birch trees with black marks on their white bark, and some kind of small untidy…

— Alice Munro

“It was still very wet under the trees. A careless tug at a branch might flip cold rainbow-edged drops down your back. And the…

— Jean Thompson

“Though we were in shelter, we could hear the rising wind, for it moaned and whistled through the rocks, and the branches of the…

— Bram Stoker

“Outside the window, there slides past that unimaginable and deserted vastness where night is coming on, the sun declining in ghastly blood-streaked splendour like…

— Angela Carter

Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold,…

— Ernest Hemingway

“It went so dark inside of me. And it was dark outside, too, in those miserable after-Christmas months: cold and wet and icy. I…

— Cat Marnell

“The snow here hadn't thawed. Its large, rough crystals were filled with the blue of the lake-water. But on the sunny side of the…

— Vasily Grossman

“I skip down the driveway, hurry up the road, linger on the bridge for a moment, looking down at the reflection of the sky…

— Christina Baker Kline

“Yet there was a momentary hint of blue sky, and even this bit of light was enough to release a flash of diamonds across…

— Thomas Mann

“Cold. Foggy cold. Soaking through fabric, biting into the skin, clutching the bones until flesh crawled. There was no moonlight, only orange, smoky lanterns,…

— Erik Tavares