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winter came down to our home one night, quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow, and we, we were children once again. Bill Morgan, Jr.
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in the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. it is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time. Somerset Maugham
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a compromise is the art of dividing a cake in such a way that everyone believes he has the biggest piece. Ludwig Erhard
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be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings. Victor Hugo
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and the night shall be filled with music, -and the cares that infest the day -shall fold their tents like the arabs -and as silently steal away. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done
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of winter's lifeless world each tree -now seems a perfect part; -yet each one holds summer's secret -deep down within its heart. Charles G. Stater
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fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. often the attachment is scarcely perceptible. Virginia Woolf
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love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other. Rainer Maria Rilke
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for the happiest life, rigorously plan your days, leave your nights open to chance. Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
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let yourself be open and life will be easier. a spoon of salt in a glass of water makes the water undrinkable. a spoon of salt in a lake is almost unnoticed. Buddha
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i've seen the rhine with younger wave, o'er every obstacle to rave. i see the rhine in his native wild is still a mighty mountain child. Bayard Ruskin
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time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. Henry Van Dyke
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we all have our time machines. some take us back, they're called memories. some take us forward, they're called dreams. Jeremy Irons
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there is a privacy about it which no other season gives you ... in spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
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the wide world is all about you; you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out. J.R.R. Tolkien
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i frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines. Henry David Thoreau
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to appreciate the beauty of a snow flake, it is necessary to stand out in the cold. author unknown
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to accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe. Anatole France
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the heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness. Honoré de Balzac
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a bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. Maya Angelou
