Quotes About Winter

Though I'm a New Englander, I'm very indoorsy once the mercury drops.

He had a sudden longing, which wasn't a bit like him now, though it was like the person he had been before the Saxons burned his home, to give Ness things, to bring them and heap them into her lap. New songs and the three stars of Orion's belt, and honey-in-the-comb, and branches of white flowering thorn at mid-winter . . .

At the end of 1445, as winter gripped the Tuscan hills, Vespasiano departed for Lucca, forty-five miles to the west of Florence. His bona fides declared him the procuratore, or agent, of Cosimo de' Medici.34 This position was bound to open doors, and he was welcomed into the finest home in Lucca, that of Michele Guinigi.

Por el aire se dilata alegre campanilleo... Son las campanas de plata del trineo...

Y llegó el invierno, y el pobre sintió frío en el cuerpo y en el alma.

The truth is, in winter, the earth rejects us.

There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.

The arctic loneliness of age.

He longed for it to be winter. A cold wind would blow, the sea would pound, and he would rise cheerful and fit from a delicious sleep beneath warm blankets. Then would come days in which he would write his great novel. The kettle would boil and hot coffee would froth in his cup. In the garden the citron would flower beneath a brilliant moon, its branches dripping fragrance. The starry sky would sweeten the soft silence and Hemdat would pour the dew of his soul into the sea-blue night.

February, month of despair, with a skewered heart in the centre.

At this dim season of the year we hunger for such tales. Winter's tales, they are. We want to huddle round them, as if around a small but cheerful fire... It was the right thing to do on the darkest day of the year.

What is it about winter that causes people to drive as if their hands are feet?

I say, leave me alone, this is my winter, I will stay here if I choose

Winter is not so dangerous. I need hardness, cold, rigidity; not this heaviness, as if I'm a melon on a stem, this liquid ripeness.

eyes that had the still gleam of a forest pool in winter when brown leaves shine up through quiet water.

There ain't no time to be wasted, the world is going under... Nowadays, can't tell Fall from Spring, and Winter from Summer.

The restaurants close here in Salzburg. They don't really have a nightlife in the winter time.

I get up very early in the morning. I enjoy the quietness, the stillness, the rawness in the winter and fall. It's a special time.

All this time I lived with my parents, and wrought on the plantation; and having had schooling pretty well for a planter, I used to improve myself in winter evenings, and other leisure times.

Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.

Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.

Time and rest are needed for absorption. Psychologists confirm that it is really in the summer that our muscles learn to skate and in the winter, how to swim.

Fantastic! Right in the middle of that long stretch between Christmas and Spring Break, your coats are getting dirty, everything's dark, dingy - what a great time for a movie!