Quotes About Winter

So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.

While conservatism and self-protection might be likened to winter, night, and death, the spirit of pioneering and attempting to realize ideals evokes images of spring, morning, and birth.

…to celebrate by making love the first snow of winter.

Our daughter was born in Chicago, and she's already showing it. The temperature has to be approaching zero for her to wear a hat.

I have nine children... and one of them is an invalid. Her mother is obliged to take her away in the winter, and when one bird is off the nest, the other has to go on.

It is a pleasure to a real lover of Nature to give winter all the glory he can, for summer will make its own way, and speak its own praises.

Today...the bluebirds, old and young, have revisited their box, as if they would fain repeat the summer without intervention of winter, if Nature would let them.

Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.

The birth and rebirth of all nature, / The passing of winter and spring, / We share with the life universal, / Rejoice in the magical ring.

The indescribable innocence of and beneficence of Nature,-of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter,-such health, such cheer, they afford forever!

A violinist fiddled.With strings resined for winter.Summer's light splintered.

Outside, the afternoon sun was an orange sliver on an icy horizon.

Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter

Dark spruce frowned on either side of the frozen waterway.

The days go by, through the brief silence of winter, when the sunshine is so still and pure, like iced wine, and the dead leaves gleam brown, and water sounds hoarse in the ravines.

Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.

...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...

Winter is a time to pause, reflect and renew for the coming Spring.

...I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind...

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.

Let the seeds of hope sprout in the dead of winter.

Such a beautiful smile! It is like spring flowers in the deadness of a white winter.

It is deep winter with shivering cold air, but my heart is dancing with joy and spring flowers.

Every little or big problem has a reason, Every year there is a winter season, Every trouble goes away with time, After winter spring comes with rhyme.