Quotes & Sayings About Winter In A Separate Peace

The supreme torture was to come. He discovered that it required the united energies of the three men to coax him into his coat. When at last it was on he assured them it would split across the shoulders if her so much as moved a finger.
"Forget it, little fool!"
"Forget it?" cried Philip." How can I forget it when it prevents my moving? — Georgette Heyer

Everything good in there, T? Niko quipped. You need backup or anything? Bag of marshmallows to roast over that little campfire you just started? — Lara Adrian

I couldn't bear the thought of even your face here, left alone, for only the jungle to admire." He shook his head. "Never. I'd never allow it. The only thing is to hire an artist to turn you into a figurehead for a ship, so some part of you will always be venturing out where you belong. — Alexandra Bracken

The woman serving me was wearing a white sports bra that looked like it had been mauled by tigers
desert isle chic. — Dave Eggers

The world is better shaped by freedom. Even if it means giving foolish men their head. At the heart of all things, nestled among Yggdrasil's roots, is the trick of creation that puts to shame all of Loki's deceptions. What saves us all are the deeds of fools as often as the acts of the wise. "Go — Mark Lawrence

Education is a process by which the individual is developed into something better than he would have been without it ... The very though seems in a way the height of presumption. For one thing, it involves the premise that some human beings can be better than others. — Richard M. Weaver

I hope our eyes gleam once all our crap clicks into place. — Lee Klein

I listened to a lot of tapes of British theatre actresses and tried to learn from them. As Americans, we don't have such a gift with language. — Angelina Jolie

To grapple with and understand anxiety is, in some sense, to grapple with and understand the human condition. — Scott Stossel

Travel is impossible, but daydreaming about travel is easy. — B.J. Novak

Someone knocked me down; I pushed Brinker over a small slope; someone was trying to tackle me from behind. Everywhere there was the smell of vitality in clothes, the vital something in wool and flannel and corduroy which spring releases. I had forgotten that this existed, this smell which instead of the first robin, or the first bud or leaf, means to me that spring has come. I had always welcomed vitality and energy and warmth radiating from thick and sturdy winter clothes. It made me happy, but I kept wondering about next spring, about whether khaki, or suntans or whatever the uniform of the season was, had this aura of promise in it. I felt fairly sure it didn't. — John Knowles