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“Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare. Youth is full sport, age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee.”

Source: Delphi Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Illustrated)

“There's a certain Slant of light, Winter afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us— We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are.... When it comes, the Landscape listens— Shadows—hold their breath— When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death.”

Giving Looks Light Certain Differences Hurt Shadow Breaths Distance Winter Landscape Tunes Internals Heavenly Afternoon Scar Cathedrals

Author:Emily Dickinson

“Lastly came Winter cloathed all in frize, Chattering his teeth for cold that did him chill; Whilst on his hoary beard his breath did freese, And the dull drops, that from his purpled bill As from a limebeck did adown distill: In his right hand a tipped staffe he held, With which his feeble steps he stayed still; For he was faint with cold, and weak with eld; That scarce his loosed limbes he hable was to weld.”

Stills Hands Steps Cold Weak Breaths Bills Winter Teeth Dull Chill Beard Scarce

Book:The Faerie Queene: Disposed Into Twelve Bookes Fashioning XII Morall Vertues

Source: The Faerie Queene: Disposed Into Twelve Bookes Fashioning XII Morall Vertues

“watch out fer these fellers around here. It ain't safe fer a pretty girl. Why, I had one just now tell me I looked like a breath of spring. Well, he didn't use them words, exactly. He said I looked like the end of a hard winter.”

Wells Said Ends Hard Use Girl Watches Safe Spring Breaths Winter Pretty Girl

Author:Minnie Pearl

“Frost grows on the window glass, forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry. Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition. Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor. In a few blinks you can almost see the winter fairies moving in . . . But first, you hear the crackle of their wings.”

Giving Firsts Whole Moving Grows Cities Window Breaths Wings Winter Glasses Patterns Breathe Lovely Ice Fairy Continents Castles Geometry Frost Blink Moving In Ammunition Vapor

Author:Vera Nazarian

“And somewhat as in blind night, on a mild sea, a sailor may be made aware of an iceberg, fanged and mortal, bearing invisibly near, by the unwarned charm of its breath, nothingness now revealed itself: that permanent night upon which the stars in their expiring generations are less than the glinting of gnats, and nebulae, more trivial than winter breath; that darkness in which eternity lies bent and pale, a dead snake in a jar, and infinity is the sparkling of a wren blown out to sea; that inconceivable chasm of invulnerable silence in which cataclysms of galaxies rave mute as amber.”

Source: A Death in the Family

“Love is . . .” An old memory with Adrian came back to me, and some of the turbulent emotion I always carried within me these days welled up in my chest. It was stupid, feeling so lovesick when he’d been gone less than a day, but I couldn’t get him or the ways he described love out of my head. “. . . a flame in the dark. A breath of warmth on a winter’s night. A star that guides you home.”

Way Feelings Home Night Stars Memories Dark Love Is Emotion Gone Stupid Breaths Winter Guides These Days Flames Chests Warmth Old Memories

Book:The Fiery Heart: A Bloodlines Novel

Source: The Fiery Heart: A Bloodlines Novel

“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.”

“In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening - no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.”

Source: Dreamthorp