Quotes About Winter

Little trees alongside of the trail were covered with brushy yellow flowers. Witch hazel, that blooms in winter. Mrs. Peggot used to make a salve of that and put it on our scrapes.

Vester died in dogwood winter. April, the month of the whole sorry world praying for deliverance, with dogwoods and redbuds all pretty on the roadsides and new green leaves lighting up the mountains.

At the first sign of winter the trees began to die. Leaves and aborted fruits fell in thick, brittle handfuls like the hair of a cancer patient. The abundance of sun and warmth, which we thought would never end, had led the trees on too, promising the impossible. But now the daylight grew thin and they showed no will to live. A dead sea of leaves drifted deep and undisturbed on the orchard floors. No children played there. I spent a lot of time considering the mystery of my family tree.

Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.

Brace d'inverno, I capelli tuoi, Dove il mio cuore brucia.

The sun loses it's thin grip on the air first, turning it cold, making it remember that winter is coming and winter will be long.

And if there are no cars or planes, and if no one's Uncle John is out in the wood lot west of town banging away at a quail or pheasant; if the only sound is the slow beat of your own heart, you can hear another sound, and that is the sound of life winding down to its cyclic close, waiting for the first winter snow to perform last rites.

I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.

I love dressing for the winter - especially in baggy chunky cardigans.

I love cheeseburgers and chocolate - milk, not dark, and hot chocolate with marshmallows in the winter!

Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine... The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights.

What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.

I really love big scarves. I have a whole bunch.

I must confess a shameful secret: I love Chicago best in the cold.

Carly and I lost our virginity there in the backseat of my dad's Pontiac on a cold January night, with the snow falling like a curtain over the fogged-up car windows and George Michael singing "Careless Whisper" on the car stereo. To this day, the opening bars of the sax solo instantly take me back to that night. Say what you will about car sex, but thirty million horny teenagers can't be wrong.

There'll be icicles and birthday clothes And sometimes there'll be sorrow

in the winter from cars, but not for the reasons you think. It wasn't automobiles sliding on icy roads and running them over. Only loser cats died that way.

couldn't imagine a worse crime scene than a snow-covered alleyway after dark. I'm sure one existed somewhere. I just couldn't imagine it.

It seems like every day's a bad day with you." Shut up! Shut up! "It's leaf-bare," Sunfall began. Duh!

was leaf-bare?" Meadowslip asked. Brackenwing ran the tip of her tail along Reena's spine. "Did you find somewhere warm to shelter?" "We stayed cozy," Reena reassured them. Her gaze flicked over Larksplash. "Are you a warrior yet?" "I've been a mentor

Leaf-bare left us with little prey. But we also know that WindClan, RiverClan, and ThunderClan lost many kits in the freezing weather that came so late this season. ShadowClan did not lose kits. We are hardened to the cold north wind. Our kits are stronger than yours from the moment they are born." The ShadowClan

He felt her hand creep from her muff into his pocket as they walked the snowy streets to buy their Christmas tree; dusted the pollen off her nose after he had brought her the first king-cups. By the gay and gilded fountains of Peterhof they bandied preposterous names for their unborn child. At night, in their big wooden bed, he watched her spoon cherry jam into her tea and told her that her habits were disgusting, that he loved her more than life itself.

Al amanecer recorría el camino yermo hasta el trabajo notando la llegada del invierno y sumida en la desesperación. ¿Qué valor tenía la vida? ¿Qué importaba que una persona fuera buena o mala? ¿Qué consuelo podía hallarse en "Dios"?

La neve cadde tutta la notte. Cadde senza fare rumore e coprì il terreno gelato e le foglie morte sotto l'acero, e piegò i rami delle conifere, e per ore e ore cadde come farina dalle nuvole alte color madreperla.