Quotes About Winter

l'un de ces dimanches doux et ensoleillés d'hiver où vous éprouvez un sentiment de vacance et d'éternité – le sentiment illusoire que le cours du temps est suspendu, et qu'il suffit de se laisser glisser par cette brèche pour échapper à l'étau qui va se refermer sur vous.

Le moment de la journée que je préférais, c'était à Paris l'hiver entre six heures et huit heures et demie du matin, quand il faisait encore nuit. Un répit avant le lever du jour. Le temps était en suspens et l'on se sentait plus léger que d'habitude.

Peut-être l'un de ces dimanches doux et ensoleillés d'hiver où vous éprouvez un sentiment de vacance et d'éternité – le sentiment illusoire que le cours du temps est suspendu, et qu'il suffit de se laisser glisser par cette brèche pour échapper à l'étau qui va se refermer sur vous.

comme si l'hiver de cette année-là séparait les gens les uns des autres, brouillait et effaçait leurs itinéraires, au point de jeter un doute sur leur existence. Et il n'y a aucun recours. Ceux-là même qui sont chargés de vous chercher et de vous retrouver établissent des fiches pour mieux vous faire disparaître ensuite – définitivement.

Flakes of white fall thru the trees and onto the road, catching on our clothes and hair. It's a silent fall and it's weird how it makes everything else seem quiet, too, like it's trying to tell you a secret, a terrible, terrible secret.

I'll send a boy round to [the crazy farmer] Martin's and ask him to come by with a couple bottles." "Get five or six," Bast said. "It's getting cold at night. Winter's coming." The innkeeper smiled. "I'm sure Martin will be flattered.

It reminded me of the quiet that settles on the coldest days in winter when it hurts to breathe and everything is still.

When researchers looked at the regrets of college students in relation to their recent winter breaks and at the regrets of college graduates looking back at the winter breaks they had forty years earlier, the college students regretted not working harder (purposeful activities) while the alumni regretted not partying harder (pleasurable activities) all those years before

The Winter Rescue

Iced tea! Nothing is half so refreshing as a glass of black tea piled high with ice! More than a quencher of thirst, it is a tamer of tempers, a lifter of lethargy, and a brightener of smiles. It is a taste of Winter's chill, magically trapped in midsummer's glass.

Snow harder! Snow more! Snow blizzards galore! I can't get enough Of the fluffy white stuff! Snow! Snow! Snow! Snow a ton! Snow a heap! Snow ten feet deep! I wouldn't cry If it snowed til July. Snow! Snow! Snow!

Outside, the storm picked up, dropping a soundless sheet of white.

Lookin' at ye is like baskin' in the summer sun after a long, cold winter. 'Tis like seein' home after a battle that's left ye empty and alone." He kissed her mouth, her nose, her eyes. "I dinna' know how 'tis possible, but each time I see ye, ye grow more beautiful to me.

But first my feet will freeze and then my legs and then my insides, they will all turn to ice. And my blood, too, and my heart, and I will forget.

I will make you insane, her memory screamed at her near the winter window sill as Tatiana smelled the brine of eternity. On the outside you will walk and smile as if indeed you are a normal woman, but on the inside you will twist and burn on the stake, I will never free you, you will never be free.

Yet when she stole another glance at him, she had to laugh at the face he was pulling. "What is it about you men and physicking? Wave a bottle of cod liver oil under your nose and you run like a prairie chicken. Then come winter let that same nose catch a rheum and to hear you moan, one'd think you were dying. And what are you snickering over, Benjo Yoder? You're the worst of the lot.

Ah woe is me! Winter is come and gone,But grief returns with the revolving year.

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O, wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.

The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

The world's great age begins anew,The golden years return,The earth doth like a snake renewHer winter weeds outworn.

A Lament O world! O life! O time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? No more—Oh, never more! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight; Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight No more—Oh, never more!

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.

Winter with its ink of showers and rain, with its pen of lightning and palm of clouds, wrote a letter of purple and blue across the beds of the garden. No artist in his cunning could measure his work beside it—and so, when earth longed for the sky it embroidered the spread of its furrows with stars.