Quotes About Winter

The trees had long since dropped their colorful matntles of leaves. The grass had gone dormant and lay dry and beaten down, as if it would never grow again. An air of bleakness hovered everywhere, giving the place a sense of waiting. A good, clean snowfall would change everything.

There is a thing that I know but always forget: Winter is hard.

Mr. Honeyfoot did not propose going quite so far --indeed he did not wish to go far at all because it was winter and the roads where very shocking.

It was now the stormy equinoctial weather that sounds the wild dirge of autumn, and marches the winter in. I love, and always did, that grand undefinable music, threatening and bewailing, with its strange soul of liberty and desolation.

I had resolved on a voyage around the world, and as the wind on the morning of April 24, 1895, was fair, at noon I weighed anchor, set sail, and filled away from Boston, where the Spray had been moored snugly all winter. The twelve-o'clock whistles were blowing just as the sloop shot ahead under full sail. A

April was considered cruel because, unlike winter, which had "kept us warm" by "covering the earth in forgetful snow," April's thaw not only laid bare the dormant rot below, it unearthed a fresh hope—of renewal, of change, of brighter days ahead—that was ultimately doomed to disappoint.

El que no ha visto como yo en un anochecer lluvioso de invierno una de esas ciudades perdidas de la llanura, cuando las primeras luces vacilantes comienzan a encenderse, y todo lo visible se iguala enterrado bajo la doble capa de la noche y de la intemperie, quizás cree haberla experimentado alguna vez, pero no conoce de verdad la tristeza

What surprised her the most about her quiet winter and spring was how often she thought of her mother. It was like discovering a new vein of grief. Maybe it was because mourning a marriage was like mourning a parent—you miss the person you wished you had, as well as the one you did.

I'm quite used to a February chill (as well as that of any month with an R in its name)

One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see.

Winter is icumen in,Lhude sing Goddamm,Raineth drop and staineth slop,And how the wind doth ramm!Sing: Goddamm.

Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm, Raineth drop and staineth slop And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm. Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, An ague hath my ham. Freezeth river, turneth liver Damn you, sing: Goddamm. Goddamm, Goddamm, tis why I am, Goddamm. So 'gainst the winter's balm Sing Goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm Sing Goddamm, sing Goddamm, DAMM.

Southern California had no quarterly miracles, no opportunities for starting over. Not everybody cares to pay the cold, silver coinage of winter for a seasonal renascence, but for me it was a small price.

The frozen fish were later put in deep holes in the moss and covered over to keep until they were needed.

perverted friends and clients.   Charles Martin tightened the collar of his jacket. Of all the months of the year

I knocked a cup of coffee over one day and took it up with a knife. It was frozen solid before I could reach a mop. [In her kitchen in central Wisconsin in winter.]

Until yesterday Mosca had been trapped between two rivers, desperate to get out before winter arrived. Toll had looked like her only means of escape. Now, however, she wondered if she had traded one prison for another, a smaller prison with high walls. If she was not out of it before her allotted time as a visitor ended, then the mysterious night town with its twilight cacophony would claim her.

In Selphin's gaze, Hark saw desperation, terror, rage, and a will as relentless as winter. He had just enough time to realize how wrong he was before she turned and jumped.

There are two seasons in Scotland: June and Winter

Winter is cruel to bear; I fear snow and chills. Let spring, thrice-desired to me, be here all year round, when neither frost nor sun oppresses us. In spring everything burgeons, everything pleasant blossoms in spring, and night and day are equal for humans.

Winter lives under a pigeon's wing, a dead wing with damp feathers.

Halfway through the winter, I decided I didn't want to be a comic anymore. I wanted to be a bear. Because bears are more evolved. It gets cold, and what does the bear do? He goes, "Well, I'm going to bed! This blows!" And then it gets warm and he goes, "Well, f***, time to wake up!"

It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer's sun, And in the harvest to sing on the wagon loaded with corn. It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted, To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer, To listen to the hungry raven's cry in the winter season, When the red blood is filled with wine and with the marrow of lambs.

As sure as the spring will follow the winter, prosperity and economic growth will follow recession.