Edward Thomas Quotes
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
Edward Thomas
Quotes to Explore
The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.
D. H. Lawrence
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
Carl Reiner
Economies are embedded inside ecosystems. Companies dependent on tourism, for example, are affected by low rainfall - there's less snow for skiers, and forest fires are more intense.
Paolo Bacigalupi
The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.
Lao Tzu
I love the smell of freshly cut grass. It takes me back to summers in Maine.
Rachel Nichols
Everyone's like, 'Oh, you must live in L.A., the glamorous life,' and I really don't. I'm in a small house, in Pittsburgh, in the snow.
Maddie Ziegler
Any real virtual reality enthusiast can look back at VR science fiction. It's not about playing games... 'The Matrix,' 'Snow Crash,' all this fiction was not about sitting in a room playing video games. It's about being in a parallel digital world that exists alongside our own, communicating with other people, playing with other people.
Palmer Luckey
They have horses in 'Snow White?' I am lucky nothing nasty happens to horses in 'Snow White.'
Tarsem Singh
I hold that the beginning of modern Irish drama was in the winter of 1898, at a school feast at Coole, when Douglas Hyde and Miss Norma Borthwick acted in Irish in a Punch and Judy show; and the delighted children went back to tell their parents what grand curses 'An Craoibhin' had put on the baby and the policeman.
Lady Gregory
The short winter’s day was drawing to a close. It seems to me sometimes that these are the only days I have ever known, and especially that most charming moment of all, just before night wipes them out.
Samuel Beckett
Imagining the flower-pot attacked itThe kitten flung the violets near and farAnd yet, who knows? This morning, as I backed it,My car was set upon by a parked car.
Vikram Seth
Lord, what am I, that, with unceasing care,Thou didst seek after me, - that Thou didst wait,Wet with unhealthy dews, before my gate,And pass the gloomy nights of winter there?
Lope de Vega
