“The rooms were very still while the pages were softly turned and the winter sunshine crept in to touch the bright heads and serious faces with a Christmas greeting.”
~ Louisa May Alcott (b. November 29, 1832 – d. March 6, 1888), Little Women
“Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly.
They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar.”
~ Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing
“They came on one of April’s most brilliant days – a day as sparkling as a newly-washed lemon…a day when even the shadows were a melange of blue and orange and jade, like the shadows that poured from the tipsy brush of Monet.”
~ Beverley Nichols, British author (b. 9 September 1898 – d. 15 September 1983)
“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
‘Winter is dead.’”
~ A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
“Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember but the story.”
~ Tim O’Brien (b. October 1, 1946), The Things They Carried
“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.”
~ Graham Greene (b. 2 October 1904 – d. 3 April 1991), The End of the Affair
To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake it is necessary to stand out in the cold.
– Aristotle (b. 384 BC – d. 322 BC)
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