Winter Quotes

I love the simple poetry of theater, where you can stand in a spotlight on a stage and wrap a coat a...

Each solstice is a domain of experience unto itself. At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growin...

The days were longer then (for time, like money, is measured by our needs), when summer afternoons w...

Honest Winter, snow-clad, and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; But that long d...

After the sorts of winters we have had to endure recently, the spring does seem miraculous, because ...

My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter f...

Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, shar...

Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up...

Nothing burns like the cold.

Winter is coming.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come to them with a vengeance. But it is ...

Mama grizzlies mate later than other bears. They have two cubs instead of four. They wait four years...

Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I a...

It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like cryst...

There is an instinctive withdrawal for the sake of preservation, a closure that assumes the order of...

Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.

Our favourite amusement during that winter was tobogganing. In places the shore of the lake rises ab...

Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter!

October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold a...

Щом зима се озъби паки камък пука в леден мрак,замръзва вир, замръзва лес —не тръгвай в Пущинака дне...

Buds in the snow—the deadly fightbetween two birds

In winter night Massachusetts Street is dismal, the ground's frozen cold, the ruts and pock holes ha...

He lived with his mother, father and sister; had a room of his own, with the fourth-floor windows st...

There must be something ghostly in the air of Christmas — something about the close, muggy atmospher...

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mo...

England is like the margin of a spring-run: near its source, always green, always cool, always moist...

He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration ...

Summer is more wooing and seductive, more versatile and human, appeals to the affections and the sen...

A sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter. It is the fruit of the equal marriage of the sun and frost...

But he was wounded, and tired, and winter was still upon him.

...the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for hu...

In the Arctic, the Inuit are saying water and land are the same; they're an unbroken unity. In the w...

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

A wet autumn morning, a garbage truck clattering down the street. The first snowfall of the season, ...

I love to close my eyes a moment and think of the land outside, white under the mingled snow and moo...

The past was like a bad dream; the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, ...

The rapid nightfall of mid-December had quite beset the little village as they approached it on soft...

No animal, according to the rules of animal-etiquette, is ever expected to do anything strenuous, or...

There are no secrets, there is no mystery. We make that all up. In fact, it's all right there in fro...

Life is fragile: it thrives only in a narrow range of temperatures between freezing and boiling. How...

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were go...

I've forgotten about these things all winter, but here they are again, and when I see them I remembe...

You think of outside your room, of the streets of the town, the lonely little squares over by the st...

Winter then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that ran unhindered over city and ...

Then, just at the peak of complacency, when it was assumed that the climate of the world had changed...

At least until there are new lakes in the clouds that open upon living cities as yet unknown, and pe...

Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only...

It looks like something out of Whittier's "Snowbound,"' Julia said. Julia could always think of thin...

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.

When they set off for their first day at their new school, I will never forget that winter morning a...

A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight...

By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and th...

The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distan...

I am extremely involved in the design process of both my brands, Winter Kate and House of Harlow 196...

The pine stays green in winter... wisdom in hardship.

It was winter, and a night of bitter cold. The snow lay thick upon the ground, and upon the branches...

If Winter comes can Spring be far behind?

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against t...

The hard soil and four months of snow make the inhabitants of the northern temperate zone wiser and ...

Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered...seal...

Officially it was almost spring but someone had forgotten to pass the news on to winter.

Or winters when the sloughs were frozen over and dead and i could walk across the ice and snow betwe...

I like, 'I Believe In Father Christmas' - that is one of my favorites it is a lovely composition; 'C...

I did not dread the dark winter as people do when they have lost their youth and live alone in some ...

Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.

The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — a somehow melancholy feeling. He was...

In London the day after Christmas (Boxing Day), it began to snow: my first snow in England. For five...

These marvels were great and comfortable ones, but in the old England there was a greater still. The...

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

Standing by the frozen glass, he stared down at the icy, barely lit streets running towards the rive...

Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o'c...

Although it was only six o'clock, the night was already dark. The fog, made thicker by its proximity...

Deep in Decemberit's nice to remember without a hurt the heart is hollow.

Outside, snow solidified itself into graceful forms. The peace of winter stars seemed permanent.

Hair is gray and the firers are burning. So many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be pro...

sleeping beauty/trips me with a frown

There are such a lot of things that have no place in summer and autumn and spring. Everything that’s...

Nothing can be as peaceful and endless as a long winter darkness, going on and on, like living in a ...

It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of livi...

I was alone, with a stranger, inside the walls of a dark palace, in a strange snow-changed city, in ...

The snow filled the air with a soft grey-blue mist, softening the wind and gunfire, bringing the ear...

Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine ...

This twinned twinkle was delightful but not completely satisfying; or rather it only sharpened my ap...

The day, a compunctious Sunday after a week of blizzards, had been part jewel, part mud. In the mids...

It is deep January. The sky is hard.The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.It is in this solitude, a sy...

You think winter will never end, and then, when you don't expect it, when you have almost forgotten ...

The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself. ...

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.

I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I don...

She'd first seen Covent Garden after a heavy snow, walking with her hand in Win's, and she remembers...

He could have set fire to it, the garden was dry enough, and burned it clean—privet, vines, and weed...

The nights were long, like the braids of a pretty girl, and the days were short, like a girl's sense...