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summer nature spring
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens
summer spring winter
Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens
summer reading boys
This was my only and my constant comfort. When I think of it, the picture always rises in my mind, of a summer evening, the boys at play in the churchyard, and I sitting on my bed, reading as if for life. Charles Dickens
summer country nature
A tranquil summer sunset shone upon him as he approached the end of his walk, and passed through the meadows by the river side. He had that sense of peace, and of being lightened of a weight of care, which country quiet awakens in the breasts of dwellers in towns. Charles Dickens
summer morning air
The appearance presented by the streets of London an hour before sunrise, on a summer's morning, is most striking even to the few whose unfortunate pursuits of pleasure, or scarcely less unfortunate pursuits of business, cause them to be well acquainted with the scene. There is an air of cold, solitary desolation about the noiseless streets which we are accustomed to see thronged at other times by a busy, eager crowd, and over the quiet, closely-shut buildings, which throughout the day are swarming with life and bustle, that is very impressive. Charles Dickens
summer spiritual winter
From the days when it was always summer in Eden, to these days when it is mostly winter in fallen latitudes, the world of a man has invariably gone one way Charles Darnay's way the way of the love of a woman Charles Dickens
summer ice mind
....that the mounds of ices, and the bowls of mint-julep and sherry cobbler they make in these latitudes, are refreshments never to be thought of afterwards, in summer, by those who would preserve contented minds. Charles Dickens
summer winter order
The winter is forbidden till December, And exits March the second on the dot. By order summer lingers through September In Camelot. Alan Jay Lerner
summer brother night
I kind of knew something was going on, and my older brothers and sisters were singing be-boppish kinds of stuff in the living room, and I was listening. I started singing, warmer than a summer night, at seven or eight years old. Al Jarreau
wind literature wave
Commerce flourishes by circumstances, precarious, transitory, contingent, almost as the winds and waves that bring it to our shores. Charles Caleb Colton
wind fire tale-of-two-cities
Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop," returned madame; "but don't tell me. Charles Dickens
wind rising sawdust
It had grown darker as they talked, and the wind was sawing and the sawdust was whirling outside paler windows. The underlying churchyard was already settling into deep dim shade, and the shade was creeping up to the housetops among which they sat. "As if," said Eugene, "as if the churchyard ghosts were rising." Charles Dickens
wind east now-and-then
The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in the east. Charles Dickens
wind arctic knows
I don't know where this Arctic wind has come from but it's freezing! Alan Green
wind outsiders balloons
I've just always been a fan of really fringy, outsider things, and I've always been a balloon in the wind, in terms of where that takes me. Chris Bauer
wind hair passionate
I want to live a passionate life. I always want to feel the wind in my hair. Dave Gorman
window tapping
Someone was tapping on the window. Dave Barry
wind sea voice
There is nothing as relaxing as being out on the open sea, listening to the waves and the wind and the sails and voices downstairs yelling "HOW DO YOU FLUSH THESE TOILETS?" Dave Barry
wreckage built
I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself. Chris Cleave
wreckage wrecks planets
If it's wrong to wreck the planet, it's wrong to profit from the wreckage. Bill McKibben
wreckage infinite shore
This universe is the wreckage of the infinite on the shores of the finite. Swami Vivekananda