The sea frozen in a storm is the image which most nearly describes [Switzerland] to me. Whether you look up at its awful solitudes... or down where it rests its icy tongue on the valley, with the pink crocus blossoming on the very edge; whether you examine its blue and broken ice or draw away from its fearful crevasse, or think of its cold, defined, steady, and silent course, with the immense boulders on its bosom--wherever and whenever you see it, it is the miracle of nature, the wonder of the Alpine world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It almost alarms me how free I feel on the ice. I don't think about the hospital or the groceries or the kids--I'm just in touch w...ith myself. It's exciting when your whole body is moving in synchronous motion.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice.... From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog,... Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great... Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »