I like the world, but I feel very, very Italian. I love the small parts of my country: Tuscany, Capri in the winter. I don't like big towns.
People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.
I love the scents of winter! For me, it's all about the feeling you get when you smell pumpkin spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, gingerbread and spruce.
The most racket time of the year for those that don't know, is the warmest of the four seasons and the winter as it is so cold and felt in your heart.
I'm not a huge L.A. fan, but I go there for the winter every year. We usually rent a house and have massive house parties.
I'm such a tomboy - I was raised in the South - and I also really wanted to work in New York, being so different from California, though it was a freezing-cold winter.
Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter's deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the sm...
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Winter came in days that were gray and still. They were the kind of days in which people locked in their animals and themselves and nothing seemed to stir but the smoke curling upwards from clay chimneys and an occasional red-winged blackbird which r...
And she knew for the first time that someone can wire your skin in a single evening, and that love arrives not by accumulating to a moment, like a drop of water focused on the tip of a branch - it is not the moment of bringing your whole life to anot...
April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, co...
Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible—snow in summertime, a London winter without rain.
And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.
I shall live here in the rains, There in winter, Elsewhere in summer," muses the fool, Not aware of the nearness of death.
I take no actions that I wouldn’t publicly recount. If you can’t speak your deeds, then don’t do them.
...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...
Oh deep winter snow, pale executioner, thou who delights in a slow, torturous death.
It was one of those years when there was no summer. There was no winter either. It was just November all year that year.
I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.
Pain was as much a part of this life as the summer and the winter and the rain, and there was no greater asshole than the one who believed you can cure it.
In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.
