I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
|—||Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass (via introspectivepoet)|
it snowed most of the day yesterday and through the night and it is so beautiful and sparkly outside
(view from my bedroom window)
I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.
|—||F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers (via sunst0ne)|