Quotes About Winter

Swimming is my salvation. Ask me in the middle of winter, or at the end of a grueling day, or after a long stretch at the computer, where I'd most like to be, and the answer is always the same: in the water, gliding weightless, slicing a silent trail through whatever patch of blue I can find.

Were you hurt? Is anything broken?" "Nay." She signed wryly. "But the snow went up me skirts so far me arse is a block of ice.

Outside, a dog sprawls among the empty tables, its body rocking with the evening heat. Someone has given it a hamburger which first it guards, then, eventually, eats. It's some kind of winter dog, a malamute perhaps, a dog of marvellous subtle greys and whites. Also of transparent intelligence, and less transparent motive. The beauty of an animal like this appears to fix it in our expectations. But while its beauty says one thing, its heart may say another.

But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them. —Ditta

The winter is cold, is cold. All's spent in keeping warm. Has joy been frozen, too? I blow upon my hands Stiff from the biting wind. My heart beats slow, beats slow. What has become of joy? If joy's gone from my heart Then it is closed to You Who made it, gave it life... Elusive, evasive, peace comes Only when it's not sought. Help me forget the cold That grips the grasping world...

sprinkler systems. Too much wind, especially in winter, can damage canes. One aspect that people sometimes forget to consider is access. Having roses close to the house or a part of the yard that you regularly pass will mean that you will enjoy your roses more and

In winter, the lazy man freezes to death.

Success and failure are relative categories. Therefore, do not exult in victory and do not despair after defeat. Accept the changes in life placidly, knowing that autumn and winter come after summer.

Ta je planina bila naš susjed iza zida - težak, zatvoren i bezglasan susjed, vremešna i melankoli?na planina s navikama starog neženje koji uvijek održava potpunu tišinu, tako pristojna planina, zimska, koja nikad ne pomi?e namještaj, ne prima goste, ne bu?i i ne smeta, no kroz naše zajedni?ke zidove uvijek su prodirali, kao lak i uporan miris plijesni, hladno?a, mrak, tišina i vlaga turobnoga susjeda.

Solo en casa un día de invierno al atardecer. Eran las cinco o las cinco y media, en la calle ya hacía frío y estaba oscuro, la lluvia azotada por el viento arañaba las contraventanas de hierro, mis padres se habían ido a tomar un té a casa de Mala y Stashek Rodnitzky, en

Dementia. Ruth puzzled over the diagnosis: How could such a beautiful-sounding word apply to such a destructive disease? It was a name befitting a goddess: Dementia, who caused her sister Demeter to forget to turn winter into spring.

He thought of winter coming, how it's the only season that stays like it will never leave;

In the suburbs of Delaware, spring meant not young love and damp flowers but an ugly divorce from winter and a second marriage to buxom summer.

I prefer winter and fall, when you can feel the bone structure in the landscape---the lonliness of it---the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it---the whole story dosen't show.

I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future - the timelessness of the rocks and the hills - all the people who have existed there. I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape--the loneliness of it--the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it--the whole story doesn't show.

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape-the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.

There had been nothing but snow, and if you looked at it long enough, you would begin to hear a white noice - a kind of silence that takes hold of your soul with its cold hands and doesn't release it for a long time.

I'm not going to be able to go with you this afternoon," I said. "Oh." She didn't seem crushed, but I could tell she wasn't overjoyed, either. "Well, I guess I can find enough stuff myself." "Okay," I said. "Will you be at the meeting?" Kristy asked. "Yeah." "See you." " 'Bye." It was mid-winter, but it felt chillier inside than out. *  *  *

There's more good news," Kristy said. "I hate to say this, but I'm afraid we're going to have to cancel the winter carnival.

Warm weather pampers a body," he'd say. "But winter mortifies the flesh and invigorates the soul. There's nothing like a brisk, biting wind to fend off gluttony and lust." I could see his point: it's hard to fornicate when your balls are frostbitten. +

winter mortifies the flesh and invigorates the soul. There's nothing like a brisk, biting wind to fend off gluttony and lust." I could see his point: it's hard to fornicate when your balls are frostbitten.

The ice was here, the ice was there,   The ice was all around: 60   It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,   Like noises in a swound!