Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by. – Christina Rossetti
Love shall be our token love be yours and love be mine. – Christina Rossetti
Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts and no one to thank. – Christina Rossetti
The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour. – Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers
Look up at the miracle of the falling snow,—the air a dizzy maze of whirling, eddying flakes, noiselessly transforming the world, the exquisite crystals dropping in ditch and gutter, and disguising in the same suit of spotless livery all objects upon which they fall. – John Burroughs, “The Snow-Walkers,” 1866