Quotes About Winter

I have a winter reason.

He was to know THE RENEWAL OF LIFE; the seasons that chilled to winter should yet bring again the bloom and the mirth of spring. Man's common existence is as one year to the vegetable world: he has his spring, his summer, his autumn, and winter, — but only ONCE.

One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie.

It is said that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.

Traverse: One of two ways to stop while skiing. Tree: The other method.

Sing hey! Sing hey! For Christmas Day; Twine mistletoe and holly. For a friendship glows In winter snows, And so let's all be jolly!

Skiing is the only sport where you spend an arm and a leg to break an arm and a leg.

Winter is the season in which people try to keep the house as warm as it was in the summer, when they complained about the heat.

There's no waiting for friends on a powder day.

Are those the magic fairy wands glistening on the tree or only winter icicles that I see?

Snow: a form of precipitation that usually occurs three weeks prior to and the morning of your departure from your ski vacation.

The north wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will poor robin do then,Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn,To keep himself warm,And hide his head under his wing,Poor thing!

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This is life, he thinks, this is why we live, to play like this on a day when winter is finally releasing its grip.

The days lengthen and the library roof drips and the big ponderosas standing over the cabin unload snow with great whumps that sound to the boy like Hermes plunging in his golden sandals down from Olympus on another errand from the gods.

All month the ice muttered and howled and whistled. The trees echoed back and forth among themselves. Taken collectively, the sound was of deep wounding, of winter inexorably taking the life out of things.

Shrouded in his oxhide cape with snow on his shoulders he looks like a phantom from a woodcutter's song, a monster accustomed to doing terrible things, and though she tells herself that by morning the boy will join her husband on thrones in a garden of bliss, where milk pours from stones and honey runs in streams and winter never comes, the feeling of handing him over is a feeling like handing over one of her lungs.

December sucks the light from the castle. The sun hardly clears the horizon before sinking away. Snow falls once, twice, then stays locked over the lawns.

Snowy, milky, chalky. A color that is the absence of color. Every morning he ties his shoes, packs newspaper inside his coat as insulation against the cold, and begins interrogating the world.

The girl climbs into the swing and pendulums back and forth, pumping her legs, and watching her opens some valve in Werner's soul. This is life, he thinks, this is why we live, to play like this on a day when winter is finally releasing its grip.

when the hairy wildmen who lived there spoke, their words froze and their companions would have to wait for spring to hear what had been said.

Winkler's breath plumed up onto his glasses. The entire valley was enveloped in a huge, illuminated stillness. Above him the clouds had pulled away and the sky burned with stars. The meadow smoldered with light, and the spruce had become illuminated kingdoms, snow sifting from branch to branch. He thought: This has been here every winter all my life.

Antony, who had spent the winter at Athens, agreed to return to Italy in the spring or early

Girl never see to know from me Who was the fairest of them all. What wouldst thou say if I asked thee: Where is the snow we watched last Fall?