Quotes by Winter Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood. Andy Goldsworthy childhood winter snow Even in winter an isolated patch of snow has a special quality. Andy Goldsworthy special winter snow Winter makes a bridge between one year and another and, in this case, one century and the next. Andy Goldsworthy artist winter years I love the winter. Well, I love all the seasons, but the winter is possibly one of the most intense. Andy Goldsworthy intense wells winter The British climate, although it is very wet, it is quite mild in winter. We don't get these severe - generally don't get severe winters. Andy Goldsworthy british climate winter I read somewhere that Mitt and I have a 'storybook marriage.' Well, in the storybooks I read, there were never long, long, rainy winter afternoons in a house with five boys screaming at once. And those storybooks never seemed to have chapters called MS or breast cancer. Ann Romney cancer winter boys Ingratitude is the frost that nips the flower even as it opens, that shrivels the generous apple on the branch, that freezes the fountain in mid-flow and numbs the hand, even in the very act of giving. It is a sin of silence, absence and omission, as winter's sin is a lack of light; a sin against charity, which otherwise warms the heart and, in the truest sense, makes the world turn. Ann Wroe flower heart winter Some sins have no season. We are as likely to be angry in November as to lose our rag in March ... There is, though, something autumnal about greed, apple-cheeked and wheat-crowned, purpled knee-high in grapes; something summery in sloth, as the hammock creaks in the fly-drowsy heat; and more than a tickle of spring in lust, as birds pair and the sap rises. Among these, ingratitude is winter, the worst of seasons. Ann Wroe gratitude winter spring And it seemed to me that there were fires Flying till dawn without number And I never found out things-those Strange eyes of his-what colour? Everything trembling and singing and Were you my enemy or my friend, Winter was it or summer? Anna Akhmatova eye summer winter Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with reverent attention. Anna Akhmatova winter song fall February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long. Anna Quindlen winter two dirty But I shall like my battle. This sort of day puts one in mood for it. Plenty of wood in the shed, jam and potatoes and apples in the cellar, hay and oats and Cressy in the barn. Pooh - what is winter? Anne Bosworth Greene oats apples winter The thing one resents about winter is its inactivity; the perpetual sameness of ice-armored hills and snow-blanketed woods. Great things, of course, may be going on underneath; but nature wears a mask, is icily non-committal. Anne Bosworth Greene ice winter snow If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant. Anne Bradstreet adversity winter spring Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other, while the first snows of winter floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced all trace of the world. Anne Carson eyelashes winter hands Only with winter-patience can we bring the deep-desired, long-awaited Spring. Anne Morrow Lindbergh winter spring long Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me. Anne Morrow Lindbergh holiday strong winter The ground has on its clothes. The trees poke out of sheets and each branch wears the sock of God. Anne Sexton clothes winter snow Write about winter in the summer. Annie Dillard summer writing winter Whether it's cushions you only use outside in the summer, or blankets that only come out in the winter, you've always got to think of where to store them. Anthea Turner summer winter thinking «1234567891011»