Quotes About Winter

I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

There are two seasons in Scotland: June and Winter.

It's a great time to book vacation travel for the winter, .. After the first of the year, airplanes are empty, resorts are empty, and they are very excited to get early bookings.

Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, their beards of icicles and snow.

"Hear! hear!" screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, "winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it."

Let my soul, a shining tree, Silver branches lift towards thee, Where on a hallowed winter's night The clear-eyed angels may alight.

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze.

A lonely fir-tree is standing On a northern barren height; It sleeps, and the ice and snow-drift Cast round it a garment of white.

Feathered with hoarfrost, skeletal trees loom closer; fog shrouded arches.

There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands.

In snowbound, voiceless, mountain depths, to herald spring, pine trees sound in tune.

In the southern hemisphere, covering the Christmas tree with fake snow even though winter has nothing to do with the birth of Christ.

Trust not one night's ice.

One of my current pet theories is that the winter is a kind of evangelist, more subtle than Billy Graham, of course, but of the same stuff.

I did not dread the dark winter as people do when they have lost their youth and live alone in some great city.

I did not dread the dark winter as people do when they have lost their youth and live alone in some great city. ? Siegfried Sassoon, Memoirs of a Fox-Hunting Man (Andesite Press, August 8, 2015)

Spring, in addition to many other things, is a time for renewal of memories that may have grown dim during the winter,

It's the fate of the lion in winter: all his billions, all his television channels cannot rescue him from the mockery that rains down on the aged lecher, his powers visibly waning.

Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.

Brew me a cup for a winter's night. For the wind howls loud and the furies fight; Spice it with love and stir it with care, And I'll toast our bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.

The hearts that love will know never winter's frost and chill. Summer's warmth is in them still.

I love all the cableknits and the oversize coats.

I love the winter. Well, I love all the seasons, but the winter is possibly one of the most intense.