Quotes About Winter

Winter. It made things visible.

Els ocells visiten els arbres sense fulles, però no sense fulles com a l'hivern; ara les branques s'enrigideixen, les puntes dels branquillons resplendeixen com la flama d'una espelma.

When Johnnie went to France. Such a tame ending To a great romance-- Two lonely women With nothing much to do But get to know each other; She did and I did, too. Mornings at the Rectory, Learning how to roll Bandages, and always Saving light and coal. Oh, that house was bitter As winter closed in, In spite of heavy stockings And woolen next the skin. I was cold and wretched, And never unaware Of John more cold and wretched In a trench out there.

The day and time itself: late afternoon in early February, was there a moment of the year better suited for despair?

The Father's work in us does not sleep—though in spiritual winters he retracts all advertisement. And when he does so, he is purifying our faith, strengthening our character, conserving our energy, and preparing us for the future. The sleepy days of winter hide us so that seductive days of summer will not ruin us.

Well then, why does he need shoes? Come back when he can walk.' 'What?' That's it, I've lost it. 'Because he's five, for God's sake. What do you want me to do – push him round in his socks forever? It's cold outside – it's winter, have you noticed?' 'It's company policy.' She doesn't budge. 'I want to speak to your senior manager.

He shivered uncontrollably and turned his back on the driving wind. 'Anyway, I wish to God I had his job,' he added feelingly. 'This is worse than winter in Alberta!

Zeus rumbles and a mammoth winter of snow pours from the sky; agile rivers are ice. Damn the winter cold! Pile up the burning logs and water the great flagons of red wine; place feather pillows by your head, and drink. Let us not brood about hard times. Bakchos, our solace is in you and your red wines: our medicine of grape. Drink deeply, drink.

So I stared out at that cold window, watching my breath collect on the glass, trying not to think about my life after the thaw.

Paula admitted she may've been thinking a smidge rashly when she'd longed for the chilly winds and snowcapped 'scrapers of home.

Tomber amoureux l'hiver n'est pas une bonne idée. Les symptômes sont plus sublimes et plus douloureux.

Por la ventana, la interminable Siberia, totalmente blanca de invierno, prisión ideal debido a su inmensidad. Los que huyen mueren perdidos en un exceso de espacio. Es

Basically, I wear sandals, like Jesus. When it gets cold in Chicago, the snow way up to my knees, I still wear my sandals. But that's me.

In Delhi or elsewhere, I love wearing overcoats, boots and fur coats. Fur is my favourite.

I like the cold weather better than the hot weather.

Scarves, mittens, and hats are a great way to express your personality in the cold weather.

I'm not a fan of cold weather.

I love cold weather.

I don't like cold weather.

The sun has disappeared, and the light there still is, is left in the atmosphere enclosed by the gloomy mist as pools are left by the receding tide. Through the sand the water slips, and through the mist the light glides away. (Haunts of the Lapwing: I. Winter)

the nose. It can be a nuisance in winter and such a blessing before a meal.

and every native has a story of winter – stories that usually begin, You call this a storm? And grow in the telling like battle tales shared by graying war veterans. It's a peculiar character flaw to those of us from cold climates that we feel superior to those who have the sense to live elsewhere.

Now winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow; From the soft street the rooms of houses show A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere, Like frozen-over lakes whose ice is thin And still allows some stirring down within.

But I am weary of The winter way of loving things for reasons. — Richard Wilbur, from "Winter Spring," New and Collected Poems (HBJ, 1988)