Quotes About Winter

winter. Chloe throws them bits of trail mix to avoid

You look like a winter night", he had told her when he had given it to her. "I could sleep inside the cold of you".

I wish for my child to have a mind as stark and wild as the winter, a spirit as clear and fine as my window, and a heart as red and open as my wounded hand.

Zelda was winter's best dame: pale and dark with a shimmer of Christmas in her eye, a flash of New Year's in her laugh.

Not too much call for knowing the American gene spread on the snowball.

Mature trees, bark lacquered black, fingered upward. The twigs formed fine black traceries against the white sky. They reminded Jarret of pencil lines on snowy canvas.

The cottage was set hard into the side of the hill, crouching before the winter winds that roared across the moors. It announced itself by smell long before you could catch sight of it. Sometimes sickly sweet, sometimes astringent, the scents of herbal brews and cordials wafted powerfully from the precincts of the little home.

I bear a basket lined with grass; I am so light, I am so fair, That men must wonder as I pass And at the basket that I bear, Where in a newly-drawn green litter Sweet flowers I carry, -- sweets for bitter. Lilies I shew you, lilies none, None in Caesar's gardens blow, -- And a quince in hand, -- not one Is set, because their buds not spring; Spring not, 'cause world is wintering....

Be adored among men, God, three-numberéd form; Wring thy rebel, dogged in den, Man's malice, with wrecking and storm. Beyond saying sweet, past telling of tongue, Thou art lightning and love, I found it, a winter and warm; Father and fondler of heart thou hast wrung: Hast thy dark descending and most art merciful then.

The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.

For if life, once empty of attachments and sweet illusions, is a starless winter night, still it's enough for me of mortal fate and comfort and revenge that I can lie here lazy, lifeless on the grass, watching the sea and earth and sky, and smile.

one's own past self (our/his childhood) and of bringing to light the relics of the childhood of humankind itself (Z 4302). Far from wanting to recirculate dead and devitalized forms—either in language or in existence—Leopardi uses the metaphor of fresh fruit preserved in winter,

Mon pays ce n'est pas un pays, c'est l'hiver.

Grief howls in a suburban street, wild as Demeter, who put the world to sleep, a mother in perpetual winter weeps for Persephone, her stolen child.

O miser, quest´è l´ora che ´nsieme n´anderete nello ´nferno! voi sarete oggi d´esto mondo fora, sanza veder di questa state il verno; e´ vostri nomi faranno dimora nel fiume dove siete, in sempiterno!».

TristeÈ›ii fizice È™i absolute a dup?-amiezilor din timpul s?rb?torilor de iarn? i-au urmat întrebarea asupra r?ului È™i binelui existenÈ›ei, iar spirirtul spunea nu la orice promisiune, orice vis mincinos, orice pl?cere fals? È™i sufla peste cele din urm? farmece, ca vântul de la miezul nopÈ›ii peste ultimele pâlpâiri ale unor lumân?ri muribunde.

You know you live in Phoenix when you drive a mile around a parking lot looking for a shady spot — even in the dead of winter.

...dreams, and predictions of astrology.... ought to serve but for winter talk by the fireside.

The edge of autumn frosts with winter's chilled breath.

Autumn leaves blaze their swan song of colors and wait for Winter to wipe the slate clean.

"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," and then the speaker shifted to another tree farther off and reiterated his assertions, and his mate at a distance confirmed them; and now I heard a suppressed chuckle from a red squirrel that heard the last remark, but had kept silent and invisible all the while.

...it snowed and it snowed. But here a small boy says: "It snowed last year, too. I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea."

The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter... It is as well for cheerfulness as for warmth and dryness.

Swift-piling winter clouds blotted out the sun.