{"quotes":[{"text":"Despite the heart numbing frost, my soul is blooming like spring.","author":"Debasish Mridha","tags":["debasish-mridha","debasish-mridha-m-d","frost","inspirational","philosophy","quotes","soul","soul-blooming-like-spring","spring"],"id":19231,"author_id":"Debasish+Mridha"},{"text":"I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung my out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. What ever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.'Ere this speech ended, I became sensible of Heathcliff's presence. Having noticed a slight movement, I turned my head, and saw him rise from the bench, and steal out noiselessly. He had listened till he heard Catherine say it would degrade her to marry him, and then he stayed to hear no further.","author":"Emily Brontë","tags":["angels","degrade","fire","frost","handsome","heath","heaven","love","marry","same","secret","soul"],"id":58822,"author_id":"Emily+Bront%C3%AB"},{"text":"October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.","author":"J.K. Rowling","tags":["cold","frost","frozen","harry-potter","november","rain","weather","winter"],"id":76900,"author_id":"J.K.+Rowling"},{"text":"Fire and IceSome say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I’ve tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.","author":"Robert Frost","tags":["fire","frost","ice"],"id":77590,"author_id":"Robert+Frost"},{"text":"It was a black and white day of frost, which crawled along the dark trees and outlined twig and branch. The air was misty, and distant objects assumed a mysterious importance. Slight sounds, too, suggested infinite activities to the mind.('A Tribute Of Souls').","author":"Robert S. Hichens","tags":["frost","winter"],"id":93425,"author_id":"Robert+S.+Hichens"},{"text":"Winter teetered on the verge of succumbing to the returning sun, but today the breeze still preferred the touch of snowflakes.","author":"Rue","tags":["breeze","cold","frost","poetic","returning-sun","season","seasons","snowflakes","spring","sun","sunlight","weather","wind","winter","writing"],"id":96910,"author_id":"Rue"},{"text":"December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...","author":"John Geddes","tags":["breath","cloud","december","frost","memory","summer","winter"],"id":101182,"author_id":"John+Geddes"},{"text":"Some changes occur suddenly like a brilliant flash of lightning striking across a dark sky. These changes are stunning, exciting but can be quickly forgotten. Other changes happen slowly, gradually, like a flower blooming in early spring, each day unfurling its petals another fraction of an inch towards the warm, nurturing sun. These changes are as inevitable as nature running its course; they’re meant to be.","author":"Suzi Davis","tags":["amber","changes","frost","grace","sebastian"],"id":116954,"author_id":"Suzi+Davis"},{"text":"God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown,But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown.And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live,And said 'To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give.Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend,But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end.'God's Garden.","author":"Robert Frost","tags":["frost","gardens","god"],"id":137240,"author_id":"Robert+Frost"},{"text":"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.","author":"Vera Nazarian","tags":["architect","fairies","frost","winter","wonder","wonderland"],"id":161288,"author_id":"Vera+Nazarian"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":24,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}