Quotes About Winter

February is for curmudgeons, whinge-bags, and misanthropes. You can't begrudge us one month of the year or blame us for being even crabbier, it's so short. There is nothing good about it, which is why it's so great.

The good thing is, the season of chocolates is during the cold months. During the cold months, I can send ground.

April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us.

You begin to arrange your research in bundles - letters - photos - telegrams. This is that last thing you see before you put on your overcoat: Robert and Rowena with Meg: Rowena seated astride the pony – Robert holding her in place. On the back is written: 'Look! You can see our breath!' And you can.

As he joined them, Lando felt a frown crease his forehead. It had been hard to tell through all the rest of their murmurings. But he could have sworn Winter had just said-- 'Winter?' he asked. 'Yes?' she said, looking at him Lando felt his lip twitch. 'Nothing, he said, and kept walking. Because, really, no one said 'May the Force be with us' anymore. No one but Rebels and religious nuts. And if Winter was one of either group, he really didn't want to know about it.

The dollar bills attached to her hips fluttered to the rug of the small square stage, like the first flakes of winter in the Bronx. (Dark City Lights)

Which is why I started writing this, I suppose - that and the money Dexitheus offered me, of course, and the prospect of something to do over the winter. Dear God, I really am starting to ramble now, aren't I? I'd better get on with the story, before I completely lose touch with reality.

No, it's just like when you're dead and you try to remember being alive, it'll be like thinking of winter on the hottest day of the year. You'll know it's true, but you won't really believe it.

The only bubble in the flat champagne of February is Valentine's Day. It was no accident that our ancestors pinned Valentine's Day on February's shirt: he or she lucky enough to have a lover in frigid, antsy February has cause for celebration, indeed.

Hospitality is gold in this City; you have to be clever to figure out how to be welcoming and defensive at the same time. When to love something and when to quit. If you don't know how, you can end up out of control or controlled by some outside thing like that hard case last winter.

Outside, snow solidified itself into graceful forms. The peace of winter stars seemed permanent.

Down came the dry flakes, fat enough and heavy enough to crash like nickels on stone. It always surprised him, how quiet it was. Not like rain, but like a secret.

The sky above them was another country. Winter stars, close enough to lick, had come out before sunset. For a moment, looking up, Sethe entered the perfect peace they offered.

There's plenty, isn't there? Not those frycake things they like but good hot food the winters are so bad we need coal a sin to burn trees on the prairie yesterday the snow sifted in under the door quaesumus, da propitius pacem in diebus nostris Sister Roberta is peeling the onions et a peccato simus semper liberi can't you ab omni perturbatione securi…

Winter in Ohio was especially rough if you had an appetite for color.

From the windows, through the fur of snow, the landscape became more melancholy when the sun successfully brightened the quiet trees, unable to speak without their leaves.

toboggan full of winter gear across a frozen lake, where the sense of isolation is so great I feel like the only man on Earth;

Even though winter was on its way, geraniums were in full bloom in bright blue Maxwell House cans on the front porch.

How I abhor the cold, damp months of winter. Yet without them, we would probably not appreciate the warmth of spring." She chuckled softly. "But then, I suppose that's the beauty of any hardship—it brings greater appreciation for the pleasant times.

Christmas trees are a nice tradition. Green in the midst of winter, light in the midst of darkness—it's all metaphors for God.

Just beyond the gate, a neat yellow hole— someone pissed in the snow

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.

Wielu ludzi lubi ?nieg. Dla mnie jest zb?dnym zamra?aniem wody.

Sun salutations can energize and warm you, even on the darkest, coldest winter day.