In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.
One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.
Autumn. Pretty leaves, pumpkin pie and sweaters. Perfect weather for reading. Winter is great but I hate shoveling.
I wore No. 24 at the 1988 Winter Olympics in Calgary, Canada - one bib on the back and one on the front - and those are like my medals.
For reasons which many persons thought ridiculous, Mrs. Lightfoot Lee decided to pass the winter in Washington.
Some things just can't be described. And stepping onto the moon was one of them.
When summer is over, winter becomes sad too, because opposites often admire each other secretly!
Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.
I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes.
We just started filming 'Stray Dog' really close to the finishing of 'Winter's Bone,' down in Southern Missouri.
I did 'Hedwig and the Angry Inch' two years in a row in the winter in Seattle, and that was an amazing experience both times.
I get up very early in the morning. I enjoy the quietness, the stillness, the rawness in the winter and fall. It's a special time.
I love the simple poetry of theater, where you can stand in a spotlight on a stage and wrap a coat around you, and say, 'It was 1860 and it was winter...'
Thirst drove me down to the water
where I drank the moon's reflection.
I have heard it said that winter, too, will pass, that spring is a sign that summer is due at last. See, all we have to do is hang on.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.
I still love Birkenstocks. I just think they are the most comfortable things; I even wear them in winter sometimes.
The mind is the great poem of winter, the man,
Who, to find what will suffice,
Destroys romantic tenements
Of rose and ice.
My gravest secret is that I really did fake the moon landing. On Venus!
We must take root; send out some little fibre at least, even every winter day.
On Linden, when the sun was low,
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,
And dark as winter was the flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
1/r^2 has a nasty singularity at r=0, but it did not bother Newton-the Moon is far enough.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.
How very wonderful friends the moon, the sea and the night are!
Nobody quite knew what to make of the moon any more.
In the southern hemisphere, covering the Christmas tree with fake snow even though winter has nothing to do with the birth of Christ.
The indescribable innocence of and beneficence of Nature,-of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter,-such health, such cheer, they afford forever!
People in L.A. think I'm insane to go back to Chicago during the winter. It's because I love my apartment and fleece leggings and my friends.
Sentimental irony is a dog that bays at the moon while pissing on graves.
Just remember, during the winter, far beneath the bitter snow, that there's a seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes a rose.
Anyone who has lived through an English winter can see the point of building Stonehenge to make the Sun come back.
For the first time in 15 years, Georgia this winter has its electric power guaranteed without deficit. This is a historic achievement.
Winter broke off, finally, a long ash crumbling at the end of a cigarette, burned out, weak and emptied.
In Tahoe, you want to be able check on the temperature of the house or turn it on before you get there. Because it's really cold in the winter.
I feel as though someone's handed me the moon... and I don't exactly know what to do with it.
I wrote Report from the Interior was that after I finished Winter Journal, I took a pause, and I realized there was more I wanted to say.
There was a computer in our garage when I was growing up, and I'd go out there in winter and wrap myself in a blanket and write a story.
And at that moment, a lilting melody lifts to the moon as a single sparrow sings.
Learn to love the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow on a winter day.
Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
The day, water, sun, moon, night - I do not have to purchase these things with money.
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" Jacob Black New Moon
Is there a God? Who knows? Is there an angry unicorn on the dark side of the moon?
It's hard not to be excited when you're going to find a way to land on the moon.
Shoot for the moon and if you miss you will still be among the stars.
Winter sunshine is a fairy wand touching everything with a strange magic. It is like the smile of a friend in time of sorrow.
February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.
I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself.
I don’t know of a better argument in favor of farming with horses than trying to start an old tractor in the winter time.
On a night without moon or stars you can't see a thing, but you can imagine anything.
When I first started snowboarding, it was something that was only really done in the winter. Mount Hood in Oregon was the magical exception.
The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennui s, vanish, all duties even.
Why can't a state that launches cosmonauts into space provide enough eggs and milk for its city children during the winter months?
By night the Glass
Of Galileo ... observes
Imagin'd Land and Regions in the Moon.
I will build you a castle with a tower so high it reaches the moon.
I'd love to play Constance in 'King John' or Paulina in 'The Winter's Tale.' I'd like to go on working till I drop.
I don't know if there are men on the moon, but if there are they must be using the earth as their lunatic asylum
Most volleyball players are made in the winter, spring and summer, for come fall, everyone practices equal time.
My winter uniform is jeans, boots, and an oversize blazer for good measure. It's my formula for getting dressed in under 10 minutes.
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