Quotes About Winter

As Canadians, we were born on the ice. We think we're the best in the world.

It really all started in Buffalo, when it was cold, I wanted to see if I could grow facial hair and lo and behold it just kept growing.

I've done a lot of independent films that not a lot of people have seen.

'Tis Autumn! and the short'ning day, The chilly evening's sober gray, And winds that hoarser blow; The fading foliage of the trees, Which rustles sere in every breeze, The approach of Winter show.

She likes to walk barefoot inside the house, even in winter It's one of the secretes of her long-lasting mobility, keeping her toes spread and feet grounded, same as all the other beasts of nature Hooves, that's what she's got hooves

Far off down the road, through the lazily drifting snowflakes, they could hear the merry sound of sleigh bells. Their gay little tinkling flying ahead of the sleigh and lighting up the night with sparks.

I've begun to nestle down for the winter in my sumptuous new setting in Canandaigua, New York, truly celebrating the remarkable turn my life has taken. How very surprising it is, for often through my growing-up years, I had fantasized about the ways of Englischers—non-Amish folk—secretly wishing I could taste just a sip of what I might be missing. And here I am: Mistress of Mayfield Manor.

rolls, the snow fell hard—hard—piling on

Winter came down to our home one night Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow, And we, we were children once again.

Winter lingered so long in the lap of Spring, that it occasioned a great deal of talk.

We thought you would not die—we were sure you would not go; And leave us in our utmost need to Cromwell's cruel blow— Sheep without a shepherd when the snow shuts out the sky— Oh, why did you leave us, Eoghan? Why did you die?

With the approaching winter the air quality in many Indian cities, especially in Delhi, becomes a public health hazard. Something so fundamental as breathing easy can no longer be taken for granted. It's a wake-up call worthy of a civic revolution.

My artificial leg was very unstable on the ice so I had to be before careful. I couldn't tend to my wounds because my amputated leg would have suffered frostbite. I couldn't even remove my gloves.

I remember the '70s constantly being winter in Manchester and the Irish community in Manchester closing ranks because of the IRA bombings in Birmingham and Manchester, and you know the bin-workers' strike, all wrapped up in it... They were violent times. Violence at home and violence at football matches.

Warming and nourishing bowls of food are something I love wrapping my hands around when the cold nights drawn in.

sorrow rushed into her soul, moaning softly like the winter wind in abandoned manor houses.

The next day was, for Emma, a dismal one. Everything seemed enveloped in a black atmosphere that hovered indistinctly over the exterior of things, and sorrow rushed into her soul, moaning softly like the winter wind in abandoned manor houses. It was the sort of reverie you sink into over something that will never return again, the lassitude that overcomes you with each thing that is finished, the pain you suffer when any habitual motion is stopped, when a prolonged vibration abruptly ceases.

Oh, to blijedo zimsko sunce! Ono je žalosno kao uspomena na sre?u.

It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like crystal. The trees, decked out in frost, seem to have sweated ice; the earth resounds beneath one's feet; the tiniest sounds carry a long way in the dry air; the blue sky is bright as a mirror, and the sun moves through space in icy brilliance, casting on the frozen world rays which bestow no warmth upon anything.

Un rideau de flocons blancs ininterrompu miroitait sans cesse en descendant vers la terre; il effaçait les formes, poudrait les choses d'une mousse de glace; et l'on n'entendait plus, dans le grand silence de la ville calme et ensevelie sous l'hiver, que ce froissement vague, innommable et flottant de la neige qui tombe, plutôt sensation que bruit , entremêlement d'atomes légers qui semblaient emplir l'espace, couvrir le monde.

All day, after two days and nights of rain, water had been rising in the dykes and now it was creeping rapidly up the five stone arches of the bridge where the she stood watching the wide rainy valley up which the tongue of river finally lost itself in a gray country of winter elms.

Nahum himself gave the most definite statement of anyone when he said he was disturbed about certain footprints in the snow. They were the usual winter prints of red squirrels, white rabbits, and foxes, but the brooding farmer professed to see something not quite right about their nature and arrangement.

Steve Langley, a forecast manager from Beloit, Wisconsin, recalls running 15 miles with friends on a January morning when the temperature was 5°F. Running through a park with a small lake, they passed several people sitting on buckets, ice fishing. "Look at those idiots," said one of the fishermen. "They're going to freeze to death!" Langley admits thinking the same about them.

Autumn came, and the leaves in the forest turned to orange and gold. Then, as winter approached, the wind caught them as they fell