Quotes About Winter

Love comforeth like sunshine after rain, But Lust's effect is tempest after sun. Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain; Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done. Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.

Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O, no! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse: Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore.

For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

Return of love, more blest may be the view; As call it winter, which being full of care, Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. Sonet56

Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, And like her most whose merit most shall be:

Then, were not summer's distillation left A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft, Nor it nor no remembrance what it was. But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet, Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

Per me, Verity, l'inverno è finito. L'inverno e molto altro. Senza di te, non so che cosa ne sarebbe stato di me. Se ora l'inverno sta arrivando per te, pensi che potrei mai rifiutarmi di aiutarti solo perché vedo le cose in un altro modo? Non posso farmi piacere l'idea che tu sposi Blamey, ma questo è solo perché il tuo benessere mi sta immensamente a cuore. Questo però non significa che non ti aiuterò in ogni modo possibile.»

Z?pada e doar ploaia care a r?mas afar? în frig.

All'aeroporto Si corrono incontro a braccia spalancate, esclamano ridendo: Finalmente! finalmente!. Entrambi indossano abiti invernali, cappelli caldi, sciarpe, guanti, scarpe pesanti, ma solo ai nostri occhi. Ai loro – sono nudi.

There gradually developed between them a relationship that was not without its ebb and flow. One moment she would receive an invitation to visit Hohenschwangau in the middle of winter… the next she would be told hat she must leave Munich within 34 hours — to which she replied that she knew her rights. One moment the King would be lying passionately at her feet, the next he would forbid her to come near him...

It was a December of crows.

When he reached the yard gate and found the padlock seized with frost, he felt the strain of being alive and wished he had stayed in bed, but he made himself carry on and crossed to a neighbour's house, whose light was on.

That's when I did start loving Daniel. Not when I said I did, but some moments later when he replied in kind. It was the last day of January. Winter was through.

I know that my phrases are crude, I write them with too much love, and that love makes up for their faults, but too much love is bad for the work. I'm restless and harsh and despairing. Although I do have love inside me. I just don't know how to use love. Sometimes it tears at my flesh. But when winter comes I give and give and give. The excess of me starts to hurt and when I'm excessive I have to give of myself.

The snow is tending toward nothingness.

Outside, in and about the snow and the dark, where fancies dangled and fear hung over the starched snow in rolling mists, something was coming to pass.

I was all wrapped up, the streetlamps and lighted windows were glittering, the frost bit into our faces, our lips felt like frozen crusts of bread, our cheeks as smooth and cold as porcelain. Sky and street were nothing but snow, we were driving into a great big snowball.

Steep are the seas and savaging and cold In broken waters terrible to try; And vast against the winter night the wold, And harbourless for any sail to lie. But you shall lead me to the lights, and I Shall hymn you in a harbour story told. This is the faith that I have held and hold, And this is that in which I mean to die.

The hunter is among the most innocent of men; living in the moment makes him feel pure. When he returns in the evening, his body aches, his mind is full of pictures of leaves and sky; he does not want to read documents. His miseries, his perplexities have receded, and they will tay away, provided--after food and wine, laughter and exchange of storeis--he gets up at dawn to do it all over again. But the winter king, less occupied, will begin to think about his conscience.

But the winter king, less occupied, will begin to think about his conscience. He will begin to think about his pride. He will begin to prepare the prizes for those who can deliver him results.

England was always, the cardinal says, a miserable country, home to an outcast and abandoned people, who are working slowly toward their deliverance, and who are visited by God with special tribulations. If England lies under God's curse, or some evil spell, it has seemed for a time that the spell has been broken, by the golden king and his golden cardinal. But those golden years are over, and this winter the sea will freeze; the people who see it will remember it all their lives.

A weak sun blinked at them as they crossed into Hertfordshire, and here and there a ragged blackthorn blossomed, waving at him a petition against the length of winter.