Quotes About Winter

You say his name like we should recognize it," Mal says. "Sorry, I guess not everyone is a winter sports enthusiast. Jon is a Canadian Olympian—a downhill skier.

Roast the chestnuts, heat the wine, Pass the cups along the line, Gather round, the log burns bright, It's warm as toast inside tonight

There isn't any poison oak in the winter. It's hard to convince a girl you're sexy when you can't stop scratching your ass because of the rash. -Jax Cullen

She whipped around and found Hud standing there staring at her. He was in ski patrol gear today, looking official. And officially hot.

Go back," he said. "Can't. Stand aside?" "Can't." "So it's like that?" I said. Fix exhaled. Then he nodded. "Yeah." And for the first time in a decade the Winter Knight and Summer Knight went to war.

How long have you been a Sidhe-sicle?

Lean forward a little, my lord, Toot said instantly, and shouted, Hey, Kernal Purpleweed! Come watch the Za Winter Lord Knight's back! I fought not to smile. No, that's a metaphor, I said. Toot frowned and scratched his head. I don't know what it's for.

Now, Lily said, her burning voice bitter. Now you give me a choice. The ministar flared to life in her palm again. Thus do I choose, you son of a bitch. Knight of Winter, burn and die.

The Winter inside me was torment and agony—but at least when I was immersed in it, I couldn't feel.

Dresden," she said, "I cannot stress to you enough how vital it is that we avoid general hostilities, even with a relatively small power." Translation: Don't start another war, Harry. "But," she continued, "we can afford to lose the paths through Winter even less." Translation: Unless you really have to.

Meanwhile the whole of the Realm worries that I may already have seen my last winter, yet have appointed no heir to succeed me—while High Lords like Aquitaine seem ready to swim to the throne through a river of blood, if necessary." Miles considered the enormity of it for a moment in silence. "Balls.

Harry Dresden, Winter Knight, Targets Slain, No Barbecues, Waterslides, or Fireworks Displays.

Winter came early that year; it should have been a tip-off. A snowball soared through the evening air and smacked into my apprentice's mouth. Since she was muttering a mantra-style chant when it hit her, she wound up with a mouthful of frozen cheer—which may or may not have been more startling for her than for most people, given how many metallic piercings were suddenly in direct contact with the snow.

Aurora turned her lovely face fully toward me and regarded me with deep, quiet eyes. "Yes." Unease gnawed at my belly as she continued. "The strong conquer and the weak are conquered. That is Winter. That is what you have learned." She leaned closer and said, quietly emphatic, "That is what makes you dangerous. Do you see?

Similarly, perhaps it never did snow that August in Vermont; perhaps there never were flurries in the night wind, and maybe no one else felt the ground hardening and summer already dead even as we pretended to bask in it, but that was how it felt to me, and it might as well have snowed, could have snowed, did snow.

Pack them into a small round mold, or form a ball and flatten it to resemble a hockey puck (or a baby Brie if you're not from Minnesota and into winter sports.)

You're right. I forgot that barns were heated. Hannah didn't bother to correct her sister. Strictly speaking, Andrea was right, barns were heated. They were kept warm by herding in all the cattle, keeping them together in a closed space and utilizing their body heat. When it came to barns in the winter BTUs stood for Bunched Together Until Summer.

Now for the base note of the bean: a wild and bitter blackberry, like fruit picked after the turn of the year. It smells of woodland, and falling leaves, and the dark scent of winter spices.

Wintry Wishes. May this season bring you the gifts of peace, hope and joy.

Warm winter wishes for an enchanted holiday season.

Let's hope this Lent we're able to give up freezing our asses off for 40 days.

It's Christmas. We officially missed it. It's Christmas Day and I'm in Canada.

Why are hoes like 'Oh, its winter, I need a boyfriend to keep me warm?' No bi..., buy a coat.

Really ingenious, he said. He had a Minnesotan's admiration for resourcefulness in the face of hardship, bred by generations of people one very bad winter away from starvation and cannibalism. I