“A sense of hopelessness had invaded his bones, as chill and as inescapable as the rain.” ― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

 “It was a black and white day of frost, which crawled along the dark trees and outlined twig and branch. The air was misty, and distant objects assumed a mysterious importance. Slight sounds, too, suggested infinite activities to the mind.”

― Robert S. Hichens