“Weird, isn't it Somehow in the dead of winter when its 40 below, so cold your words just freeze in the air, you think you'll never hear a robin's song again or see a blossom on a cherry tree, when one day you wake up and bingo, light coming through the mini blinds is softened with a tick of rose and the cold morning air has lost its bite. It's spring once again, the streets are paved with mud and the hills are alive with the sound of mosquitos.” ThinkingLightSongLostSoundMorningAliveAirTreeStreetsColdOne DaySpringWake UpRoseWinterHillsBitesMudFreezeCherriesRobinsTickCherry TreesBingoMorning AirCold Morning Author:Andrew Schneider
“During the terrible years of the Yekhov terror I spent seventeen months in the prison queues in Leningrad. One day someone ‘identified’ me. Then a woman with lips blue with cold who was standing behind me, and of course had never heard of my name, came out of the numbness which affected us all and whispered in my ear—(we all spoke in whispers there): ‘Could you describe this?’ I said, ‘I can!’ Then something resembling a smile slipped over what had once been her face.” YearsSaidI CanFacesCoursesNamesBehindsHeardMonthsColdTerribleOne DayStandingEarsBluePrisonLipsTerrorSpokesAffectedSeventeenNumbnessQueuesLeningrad Author:Anna Akhmatova
“One day he said, "I'll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown." And he told them all why he looked so sad, And he told them all why he felt so bad. He told of Pain and Rain and Cold, He told of Darkness in his soul, And after he finished his tale of woe, Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no, They laughed until they shook the trees... And while the world laughed outside. Cloony the Clown sat down and cried.” WorldFeelsSaidSoulPainFeltDarknessTreeCryColdOne DayRainTownsDown AndFinishedTalesSatLaughedCriedWoeClownSo Sad Author:Shel Silverstein
“Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.” LittlesFacesGrowsCan DoRoomsGriefWonderColdOne DayWindowGrievingPeculiarHelplessAccordShiverGrief And HealingGriefingGrief And MourningGeishaGrief HealingMourning Loss Loved OneMemories Of A GeishaMourning LossMourning A Loss Book:Memoirs Of A Geisha Source: Memoirs Of A Geisha
“I didn't know whether to trust Alaska, and I'd certainly had enough of her unpredictability - cold one day, sweet the next; irresistibly flirty one moment, resistibly obnoxious the next. I preferred the Colonel: At least when he was cranky, he had a reason.” KnowsReasonEnoughMomentsNextSweetColdOne DayAlaskaHad EnoughObnoxiousFlirtyColonelsUnpredictabilityCranky Book:Looking For Alaska Special 10th Anniversary Edition Source: Looking For Alaska Special 10th Anniversary Edition