I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show. -
Andrew Wyeth
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. -
Ruth Stout
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius. -
Pietro Aretino
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so. -
Stanley Crawford
“In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer”
Albert Camus
What is life? It is a flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
Willa Cather
After a long day, folk rest at night. After a long summer, folk play games and sit about in the winter. After a long life folk sit about the fire and stay warm, for the chill of death is upon them, and even the thickest bearskin can't keep off the shivering.
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.
Stanley Crawford
The warmest blankets of peace snow only from the heart.
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire:
it is the time for home.
Edith Sitwell
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
William Blake
Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.
Mignon McLaughlin
The color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination.
Ward Elliot Hour
I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.
Bill Watterson
The warmest blankets of peace snow only from the heart.
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
Victor Hugo
Over lowland, over snow and tundra
span arches, raised by the rising sun.
See: the light is winning!
And the stream is streaming
towards open minds
and towards seeds dreaming
of growth.
span arches, raised by the rising sun.
See: the light is winning!
And the stream is streaming
towards open minds
and towards seeds dreaming
of growth.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Anne Bradstreet
I am a book of snow,
a spacious hand, an open meadow,
a circle that waits,
I belong to the earth and its winter.
a spacious hand, an open meadow,
a circle that waits,
I belong to the earth and its winter.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, thou art not so unkind as man's ingratitude.
William Shakespeare
Winter lingered so long in the lap of Spring that it occasioned a great deal of talk.
Bill Nye
One kind word can warm three winter months.
Japanese Proverb
We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.
Woodrow Wilson
People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.
Anton Chekhov
Winter is not a season, it’s an occupation.
Sinclair Lewis
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
Charles Dickens
I stood on the balcony dark with mourning...
hoping the earth would spread its wings
in my uninhabited love.
hoping the earth would spread its wings
in my uninhabited love.
When the bold branches
Bid farewell to rainbow leaves -
Welcome wool sweaters.
B. Cybrill
Once more I am the silent one
who came out of the distance
wrapped in cold rain and bells:
I owe to earth's pure death
the will to sprout.
who came out of the distance
wrapped in cold rain and bells:
I owe to earth's pure death
the will to sprout.
It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.
Boris Pasternak
I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are
as much touched by it as by the genial influences of summer.
as much touched by it as by the genial influences of summer.
Of winter's lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer's secret
Deep down within its heart.
Charles G. Stater
Like the seeds dreaming beneath the
snow your heart dreams of spring.
snow your heart dreams of spring.
Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories. ~From the movie An Affair to Remember
Up and away for life! be fleet!-
The frost-king ties my fumbling feet,
Sings in my ears, my hands are stones,
Curdles the blood to the marble bones,
Tugs at the heart-strings, numbs the sense,
And hems in life with narrowing fence.
Well, in this broad bed lie and sleep,-
The punctual stars will vigil keep,-
Embalmed by purifying cold;
The winds shall sing their dead-march old,
The snow is no ignoble shroud,
The moon thy mourner, and the cloud.
The frost-king ties my fumbling feet,
Sings in my ears, my hands are stones,
Curdles the blood to the marble bones,
Tugs at the heart-strings, numbs the sense,
And hems in life with narrowing fence.
Well, in this broad bed lie and sleep,-
The punctual stars will vigil keep,-
Embalmed by purifying cold;
The winds shall sing their dead-march old,
The snow is no ignoble shroud,
The moon thy mourner, and the cloud.
Every winter,
When the great sun has turned his
face away,
The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay -
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
Charles Kingsley
A wise man once asked,
"When the snow melts what do you do?"
"Stay inside and wish it were spring..." replied the girl.
After slapping himself on his forehead he sighed and replied,
"You avoid the yellow snow..." he said pointing to her boots now sunken in yellowish substance.
"When the snow melts what do you do?"
"Stay inside and wish it were spring..." replied the girl.
After slapping himself on his forehead he sighed and replied,
"You avoid the yellow snow..." he said pointing to her boots now sunken in yellowish substance.
Every mile is two in winter. -
George Herbert
Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.
Virginia Woolf
