“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)
“The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast.”
~ Dylan Thomas (b. 27 October 1914 – d. 9 November 1953)
“It was November—the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.”
~ L.M. Montgomery (b. November 30, 1874 – d. April 24, 1942)
Carolyn Watson 
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