Quote by e.e. cummings
The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches. - e.e. cu

The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches. – e.e. cummings

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Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud. And the sky of the sky of a tree called life; Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart. – e.e. cummings

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The weathercocks on spires and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed, like so many ghostly fingers, out to dangerous seas…. – Charles Dickens

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What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance. – Jane Austen

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Snow-flakes! Yes, it is true, in accordance with the child-thought, you come floating so gently down from Heaven as if afraid of hurting the wintry earth…. Ye gentle, fleecy things!… Snow-flakes! – A.S. Macduff, “The Message of the Snow-Flakes,” in The Sunday Magazine (London),

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A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water. – Carl Reiner

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Sometimes in the most tragic situation, something just profoundly funny happens. – David Hyde Pierce

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Both conservatives and liberals watch Parks and Recreation, and they each think the show is for them, which is really cool. SNL was totally different. It was exciting because everyone was paying attention. Political humor works when people know what youre talking about. – Amy Poehler

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The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. – Vladimir Nabakov

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