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You can put the girl in a relationship ... ," I began, putting my arm around her. "But you can't take the boy-crazy out of the girl," Cassie finished.
— Jocelyn Davies
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
— George R R Martin
Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know.
— Catherine Fisher
The ground has on its clothes. The trees poke out of sheets and each branch wears the sock of God.
— Anne Sexton
To accept some idea of truth without experiencing it is like a painting of a cake on paper which you cannot eat.
— Shunryu Suzuki
Old age is
a flight of small
cheeping birds
skimming
bare trees
above a snow glaze. — William Carlos Williams
a flight of small
cheeping birds
skimming
bare trees
above a snow glaze. — William Carlos Williams
Always the question for dancers is: Can we fly?
— Jean-Christophe Maillot
Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.
— Ashly Lorenzana
Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old,
their beards of icicles and snow. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
their beards of icicles and snow. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is a time when the hoary head of inveterate abuse will neither draw reverence nor obtain protection.
— Edmund Burke
Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night ...
— John Geddes
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow — Wallace Stevens
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow — Wallace Stevens
Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves,
O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds
A-mourning go? — John B. Tabb
O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds
A-mourning go? — John B. Tabb