Quotes About Winter

I don't like the cold. But as along as you warm up properly and you build up a nice sweat and keep your body warm, your arm warm and loose, you should be fine.

Great gifts include warm pyjamas, bedsocks, scarves and blankets.

Probably my favourite winter-word of all. Apricity is the warmth of the sun on a chilly day.

I became the very air; I was full of stars. I was the soaring spaces between the spires of the cathedral, the solemn breath of chimneys, a whispered prayer upon the winter wind. I was silence, and I was music, one clear transcendent chord rising toward Heaven.

How could it be winter without snow?I appreciated every season, but winter was my favorite.I loved when it was time to pull out my thick sweaters.I loved the smell of a wood fire.I loved skiing and snow boarding and sledding, when i could find the time-although time was in a short supply when school was in session.I even enjoyed the cold, wintry weather, it was great for snuggling.

No building snowmen for you?" "Sure, I build snowmen, and make snow angels. It's the magic of snow. It's gotta be done." "You don't agree with Sam that playing in snow is just for kids?" "The way I play in snow isn't for kids. Maybe I'll show you sometime." Those hazel eyes of his darkened, and I thought maybe he was thinking about things that would warm up a girl. Dangerous things.

Before I could announce that I didn't need to warm up, she and Sam were trudging through the snow, heads bent toward each other, talking. Talking. Geeze, it seemed like every time I looked at them, they were talking. I'd never known my brother to work his jaw so much. He was more of a cut-a-wisecrack-and-run-for-cover kind of guy.

I'd forgotten how cold it was. Especially when we turned the corner and the wind from off the lake hit us. I was thinking that buying fur-lined boots wasn't enough. Finding some fur-lined underwear might not be a bad idea.

You know what I figured out during the last week?" he asked. "What?" "Snow and winter, they go together." I snuggled more closely against him. "Yeah, we do." Sneaux and Wynter--we definitely go together.

Letter [December to Persephone] Am I the only one to notice the soft layer of haze above snow? You say you see butterflies in the skeleton pelvis, well, what about the larger hand of the clock? Or a cauldron for boiling water? Did you, do you ever stop falling?" I repeat your name a word it almost means nothing Do you remember encyclopedias? I piled up the books so you could reach the table. Now the only way to recall you is the shape of your walking away.

elections held during the winter of 1945-46 accelerated polarization across India around the INC and the League

Now, near the Winter Solstice, it is good to light candles. All the nice meanings of bringing light to the world can be beautiful. But perhaps we are concentrating on lighting the world because we don't know how to light up our own lives.

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,Arrives the snow.

The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed there is no winter and no night all tragedies, all ennuis, vanish,-all duties even.

The silence of winter has already been broken by birdsong from crossbills, heralding the onset of spring. At one with the forest. For this man, the boreal forest is his home, his provider and he looks to the forest for the things he needs to live. He has no sense of isolation. He is a simple talker. This

Once they had survived the winter and returned to the warpath, these Indians would not simply be fighting for the Crown—now, they had good reasons of their own to seek revenge against the American patriots.

I don't mind your showing me your legs. They're very swell legs and it's a pleasure to make their acquaintace. I don't mind if you don't like my manners. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter nights.

In the wintertime I like macaroni and cheese.

But, I understand that Black Comb and Whistler are supposed to be great for snowboarding. So I am looking forward to going there someday soon.

Fresh snow is amazing. The board is real different... it floats on the powder and goes really fast. If you're riding a long board, it's more like surfing than skiing.

She serves me a piece of it a few minutes out of the oven. A little steam rises from the slits on top. Sugar and spice - cinnamon - burned into the crust. But she's wearing these dark glasses in the kitchen at ten o'clock in the morning - everything nice - as she watches me break off a piece, bring it to my mouth, and blow on it. My daughter's kitchen, in winter. I fork the pie in and tell myself to stay out of it. She says she loves him. No way could it be worse.

We had a Victrola and some records, Doctor. We'd play the Victrola every night and listen to the records and dance there in the living room. We'd do that every night. Sometimes it'd be snowing outside and the temperature down below zero. The temperature really drops on you up there in January or February. But we'd listen to the records and dance in our stocking feet in the living room until we'd gone through all the records.

I don't mind if you don't like my manners. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings

the sound of old winter ice breaking at spring's touch