Quote by Sylvia Plath

I stand outside while it's snowing, listening to only the wind blowing. I simply pray that there is a fix, like paper, glass and…

— Anonymous

Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again…

— Sara Zarr

I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill they decide…

— Ellen Hopkins

Blackened skeleton arms of wood by the wayside pointed upward to the convent, as if the ghosts of former travellers, overwhelmed by the snow,…

— Charles Dickens

Arms clasped around them, the knees support my forehead and I don't know why so warm the eyes of the sky seem and so…

— Mariana Fulger

I remember things like that...A lifetimes accredidation of unkindness, all of those little longering hurts that I carried around like stones sewn into my…

— Jennifer Weiner

The mountains are so beautiful they make me ache inside because the moment I look away I know I shall need to see them…

— Anne Perry

Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow

— Anonymous

Don't you remember their feet in your face before they have carved you in stone.

— Avantasia

The short winter’s day was drawing to a close. It seems to me sometimes that these are the only days I have ever known,…

— Samuel Beckett

Like the dead-seeming, cold rocks, I have memories within that came out of the material that went to make me. Time and place have…

— Zora Neale Hurston

Death and loss, they plague you. So do memories. Like the Mississippi's incessant slap against the levees, they creep up with deceptive sweetness before…

— Karen White