Quotes About Winter

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.

Non mi meraviglierebbe chela tua malattia fosse una conseguenza di questo odioso inverno che è durato un'eternità. Allora dovresti prendere le mie stesse medicine: cioè quanto più aria primaverile puoi; coricati molto presto, perché è necessario dormire, abbi cura dei cibi, mangia legumi freschi e non bere vini cattivi o altri pessimi alcolici. Infine pochissime donne e moltissima pazienza.

All right, but think of the winter, for here you can work all year round. The reason why I love this country is that I have less to fear from the cold, which, because it stops my blood circulating properly, makes it impossible for me to think or even do anything at all.

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.

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

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.

Canada: A few acres of snow.

Saturday the weather couldn't decide if it was ready to fully entertain winter or if we were still stuck in the fall." "...winter showed up in an angry, punishing fury...

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring. Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun. Now the jingle hop has begun.

Come to me. I want to plow you like a Calgary driveway at Christmas.

Any one thinking of the Holy Child as born in December would mean by it exactly what we mean by it; that Christ is not merely a summer sun of the prosperous but a winter fire for the unfortunate.

The rooms were very still while the pages were softly turned and the winter sunshine crept in to touch the bright heads and serious faces with a Christmas greeting.

I have often thought, says Sir Roger, it happens very well that Christmas should fall out in the middle of Winter.

I celebrate the spirit of Christmas. It's the winter solstice celebration, rebirth and new possibilities.

When you with velvets mantled o'er, Defy December's tempests frore, Oh! spare one garment from your store, To clothe the poor at Christmas.

It's, like, a rule. You can't have Christmas without snow.

Christmas to me is very much about family and the depths of winter.

It was a nice day, and I don't mean that it was sunny either. It was humid and not too cool, like winter was getting annoyed with itself and wanted it to be spring just as much as everyone else.

The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.

Only rarely, at the end of our century, does life offer up a vision as pure and peaceful as this one: a solitary man on a bucket, fishing through eighteen inches of ice in a lake that's constantly turning over its water atop an arcadian mountain in America.

Like a sudden thaw in the middle of winter, grace happens at unexpected moments. It stops us short, catches the breath, disarms. If we manipulate it, try to control it, somehow earn it, that would not be grace. Yet not everyone has tasted of that amazing grace, and not everyone believes in it.

We all had parts to play, we all had costumes to wear, we all had to be as merry as we could be, for the King was always laughing this winter and the Queen never stopped smiling.

They were dressed in layer upon layer of winter clothes but they had no special ribbons or favours pinned to their capes. The new parliament had ruled that Christmas was not to be marked with any feasting or merrymaking, but must be a day like any day. Red

The darkness was crisp, as though scraped of sight and smell by winter's razor.