Quotes About Winter

Linus: It was a short summer, Charlie Brown. Charlie Brown: And it looks like it's gonna be a looong winter.

harsh winters. If this calf was born in May or June of last year, it might have been eight months old now. The cow, its mother, was

The winter will be long and bleak. Nature has a dismal aspect.

Horniness and hunger are the actual elements that determine a groundhog's behavior when it emerges in winter from months of hibernation.

People do not give it credence that a fourteen-year-old girl could leave home and go off in the wintertime to avenge her father's blood but it did not seem so strange then, although I will say it did not happen every day.

Never since the beginning of the world has there been so little light. Our winter afternoons have been known at times to last a hundred years.

I want to see a bit more of New York, even though it's snowing and cold.

Traverse: One of two ways to stop while skiing. Tree: The other method.

Spring... thaws the frozen fears, mends the wounded heart that Winter has broken.

Winter sprouts springtime wings and flies off into the budding year.

I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming springtime sun.

Darkness turned on her pillow white; A star serenely shone; Deeply, deeply into the night Cut the sword of dawn. Over the snow the pale east threw Abroach where daylight broke, Crimson stains on the abbey panes Above the hamlet smoke...

Words of snow, which fell last year.

A bare tree stands with roots on both ends in December days.

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it — the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it — the whole story doesn't show.

Winter bites with its teeth or lashes with its tail.

Winter came down To our home One night Quietly pirouetting in On silvery-toed slippers Of snow. And we, We were children Once again.

I was just thinking, if it really is religion with these nudist colonies they sure must turn atheists in the Winter time.

Welcome, winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless.

Winter is a lean, scrappy fighter. Spring blossoms from the sweat of Winter's brow.

icicles are daggers of beauty thrown by winter's sunshine breath

Winter starves our bellies but nourishes our souls.

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. It is no season in which to wander the world as if one were the wind blowing aimlessly along the streets without a place to rest, without food, and without time meaning anything to one, just as time means nothing to the wind.

The last faded autumn leaflet hangs from a frozen branch, just a short fall from the tree to winter.