Hills Quote by Maud Hart Lovelace Download Open image “The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.” — Maud Hart Lovelace ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Ghostly Ghostly Moonlight Hill Ghostly Hills Moon Moonlight Moonlight Stars Snow Stars Waste
It was a full moon and, shining on all the snow, it made everything almost as bright as day -- only the shadows were… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached. Then, from… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
The sound of the freezing of snow over the land seemed to roar deep into the earth. There was no moon. The stars, almost… — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share Image
I stood beside a hill Smooth with new-laid snow, A single star looked out From the cold evening glow. There was not other creature… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
Day was breaking at Plashwater Weir Mill Lock. Stars were yet visible, but there was dull light in the east that was not the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Sometimes on late summer nights, when the sky is perfect and our parents are in a good enough mood to let us, we meet… — Jacquelyn Eubanks Copy Share Image
It was autumn and falling stars Covered the shrivelled forms Crouched in the moonlight. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“I realized I still had my eyes shut. I had shut them when I put my face to the screen, like I was scared… — Ken Kesey Copy Share Image
The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
At the moment they vanished they were everywhere, the cool benediction of the night descended, the stars sparkled, and the whole universe was a… — E. M. Forster Copy Share Image
Then he kissed her. Betsy didn't believe in letting boys kiss you. She thought it was silly to be letting first this boy and… — Maud Hart Lovelace Copy Share Image
“Betsy was so full of joy that she had to be alone. She went upstairs to her bedroom and sat down on Uncle Keith's… — Maud Hart Lovelace Copy Share Image
The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance. — Maud Hart Lovelace Copy Share Image
Was life always like that? she wondered. A game of hide and seek in which you only occasionally found the person you wanted to… — Maud Hart Lovelace Copy Share Image
Isn't it mysterious to begin a new journal like this? I can run my fingers through the fresh clean pages but I cannot guess… — Maud Hart Lovelace Copy Share Image
“...the poorest guide you can have in life is what people will say - Mr. Ray, Heaven to Betsy” — Maud Hart Lovelace Copy Share Image
“This was Betsy and Tacy's private corner. Betsy's mother was a great believer in people having private corners, and the piano box was plainly… — Maud Hart Lovelace Copy Share Image
“We have to build our lives out of what materials we have. It's as though we were given a heap of blocks and told… — Maud Hart Lovelace Copy Share Image
Betsy. The great war is on but I hope ours is over. Please come home. Joe. — Maud Hart Lovelace Copy Share Image
“You don't grow up, she reasoned now, until you begin to evaluate yourself, to recognize your good traits and acknowledge that you have a… — Maud Hart Lovelace Copy Share Image
I cannot remember back to a year in which I did not consider myself to be a writer, and the younger I was the… — Maud Hart Lovelace Copy Share Image
I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
"Summer Sisters" is probably my least autobiographical book. The whole idea started with rowing down the pond. And I heard an explosion. I don't… — Judy Blume Copy Share Image
Being fit is the easiest part of being a dance professional. I used to just throw on a backpack full of rocks and run… — Anton du Beke Copy Share Image
Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills.… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
Flowers are the alphabet of angels, whereby they write on the hills and fields mysterious truths. — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
I have thought that wild flowers might be the alphabet of angels, — whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious truths, which it… — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
I'm just, like, totally normal. The fact that any of this has happened, that we're sitting here at the Beverly Hills Hotel just gets… — Gwen Stefani Copy Share Image
He really is terribly heavy going. Like running up hill in roller skates. — Alan Ayckbourn Copy Share Image
The foundation of the Christian's peace is everlasting; it is what no time, no change can destroy. It will remain when the body dies;… — Jonathan Edwards Copy Share Image
Jack and Jill ran up the hill, both for a little fun. Jack's plan was deception while Jill sought affection. And Jack wouldn't quit… — Laurie Faria Stolarz Copy Share Image
It was lonely on the hill, and cold. And all you could do was keep going. You could scream, cry, and stamp your feet,… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
Climbing has worked for me in a number of ways on Capitol Hill. I'm much more inclined to look at what people do, as… — Mark Udall Copy Share Image