Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
This dark brightness that falls from the stars.
'Black Hawk Down' has such distinctive visual aplomb that its jingoism starts to feel like part of its atmosphere.
During the winter my attention was attracted to the changes in the stars and planets in the sky.
Science casts a long black shadow back over who we think we are, and where it falls the temperature falls with it. Its touch is chilly and unforgiving.
I like black because it is a vacant space.
I prefer the gloominess to the sun. I don't know why.
When it gets dark enough you can see the stars.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
The pure air and dazzling snow belong to things beyond the reach of all personal feeling, almost beyond the reach of life. Yet such things are a part of our life, neither the least noble nor the most terrible.
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.