There is probably a smell of roasted chestnuts and other good comfortable things all the time, for we are telling Winter Stories - Ghost Stories, or more shame for us - round the Christmas fire; and we have never stirred, except to draw a little nearer to it. (Quote by - Charles Dickens)
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart. (Quote by - Victor Hugo)
Look! the massy trunks Are cased in the pure crystal; each light spray, Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven, Is studded with its trembling water-drops, That glimmer with an amethystine light. (Quote by - William Cullen Bryant)
Antisthenes says that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer. (Quote by - Plutarch, Moralia)
Come, see the north-wind's masonry, Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he For number or proportion. (Quote by - Ralph Waldo Emerson)
Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours." (Quote by - Robert Byrne)
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." (Quote by - Henry David Thoreau)
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm. (Quote by - Ralph Waldo Emerson)
Looking up, she showed him quite a young face, but one whose bloom and promise were all swept away, as if the haggard winter should unnaturally kill the spring. (Quote by - Charles Dickens)
These Winter nights against my window-pane Nature with busy pencil draws designs Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines, Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines, Which she will make when summer comes again-- Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold, Like curious Chinese etchings. (Quote by - Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
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. (Quote by - Edith Sitwell)
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. (Quote by - Marche Blumenberg)
Winter is icumen in, Lhude sing Goddamm, Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm. (Quote by - Ezra Pound)
To shorten winter, borrow some money due in spring. (Quote by - W.J. Vogel)
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. (Quote by - Ruth Stout)
Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition. (Quote by - Mignon McLaughlin)
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so. (Quote by - Stanley Crawford)
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago. (Quote by - Christina G. Rossetti)
Every mile is two in winter. (Quote by - George Herbert)
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes-- (Quote by - Emily Dickinson)
But see, Orion sheds unwholesome dews; Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse; Sharp Boreas blows, and nature feels decay, Time conquers all, and we must time obey. (Quote by - Alexander Pope)
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. (Quote by - Shirley Ann Grau)
Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories. (Quote by - From the movie)
Winter either bites with its teeth or lashes with its tail. (Quote by - Proverb)
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. (Quote by - William Blake)