#winter

The day, a compunctious Sunday after a week of blizzards, had been part jewel, part mud. In the midst of my usual afternoon stroll through the small hilly town attached to the girls' college where I taught French literature, I had stopped to watch a family of brilliant icicles drip-dripping from the eaves of a frame house. So clear-cut were their pointed shadows on the white boards behind them that I was sure the shadows of the falling drops should be visible too. But they were not. ("The Vane Sisters") ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#snow #winter #family

What was that you gave me to eat?" Winter panicked. A Filler Crisp," Clover said, his eyes seventy percent concerned and thirty percent mischievous. ↗

— Obert Skye

#food #funny #geth #hungry #winter

[Clover] secretly hitched a ride with a nice German couple and their new baby...Clover appeared to the baby, so as to be a delightful, soothing surprise. Well, the child did like Clover. In fact, she held him and cooed. When the parents turned around to look at her and saw their child holding a furry, living creature, they needlessly panicked. ↗

— Obert Skye

#food #funny #geth #hungry #winter

Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets? ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#jeanette-winterson #reality #sexing-the-cherry #imagination

Her life had been altogether artificial; she had always been a great garden lily in a hot-house, she had never known what it was to be blown by a fresh breeze on a sun-swept moorland like a heather flower. The hot-house shelters from all chills and is full of perfume, but you can see no horizon from it; that alone is the joy of the moorland. ↗

— Ouida

#p- #life

The Steadfast Love of the Lord is not Seasonal; His Mercies do not have winter or summer days... They are new every now and then. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#god #love #mercies #merciful #mercy

I do love her, and that’s odd because she is everything I detest in anyone else. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#john-steinbeck #love #odd #the-winter-of-our-discontent #love

Did you teach him wisdom as well as valor, Ned! She wondered. Did you teach him how to Kneel! The grave yards of the Seven Kinfdoms are full of brave men who had never learned that lesson. Cat. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#catelyn-stark #george-r-r-martin #robb-stark #winter-is-coming #winterfell

Last winter when I was coming home from church one Thursday evening, I saw somebody run around the house again. I told my father of that. ↗

— Lizzie Andrew Borden

#around #church #coming #coming home #evening

I remember one winter, when I was about five or six, I spent three days with another boy, tracking a bobcat that had been sighted in another county fifty miles away, but which I was sure had come into our neighborhood. ↗

— Terry Brooks

#another #away #been #boy #come