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always watch where you are going. otherwise, you may step on a piece of the forest that was left out by mistake. Winnie the Pooh
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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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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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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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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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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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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
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winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour. John Boswell
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antisthenes says that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer. Plutarch
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the swan, like the soul of the poet, by the dull world is ill understood. Heinrich Heine
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to see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower - hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour. William Blake