Winter Quotes

The hearts that love will know never winter's frost and chill. Summer's warmth is in them still.

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

The grim frost is at hand, when apples will fall thick, almost thunderous, on the hardened earth.

Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metaphor in a poem celebrating death: there is no way out.

The harshest winter finds an invincible summer in us.

Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost!

Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles.

The parallel development in American blues to the British movement has resulted in Johnny Winters.

So, timely you came, and well you chose, You came when most needed, my winter rose. From the snow I pluck you, and fondly press Your leaves 'twixt the leaves of my leaflessness.

Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last-far off-at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.

Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?

Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summers dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not.

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but would not cost half as much during the winter months.

What finally scuppered Napoleon's Europe was of course the fatal combination of the English Channel and the Russian winter; the same unlikely partnership that also did for Hitler's Europe.

Only with winter-patience can we bring the deep-desired, long-awaited Spring.

The ground has on its clothes. The trees poke out of sheets and each branch wears the sock of God.

On the heights it is warmer than people in the valley suppose, especially in winter. The thinker recognizes the full import of this simile.

Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters.

Snowy winter, a plentiful harvest.

Boston has two seasons: August and winter.

I was thinking about New York and realized how much I hate walking around in the winter and how much I dread getting on the train.

I had slumps that lasted into the winter.

Autumn. Pretty leaves, pumpkin pie and sweaters. Perfect weather for reading. Winter is great but I hate shoveling.

The prediction of nuclear winter is drawn not, of course, from any direct experience with the consequences of global nuclear war, but rather from an investigation of the governing physics.

Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it.

We did not know there were other people besides the Indian until about one hundred winters ago, when some men with white faces came to our country.

New York, hands down. I don't want to be there in the winter, but even then it's an amazing place.

A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.

For those of us who try to keep remembering, Try to do our better than our best. Think of all the children in the drifts of snow. Winners never quit, but winters never rest.

The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.

I could have screamed, but I didn’t. I could have fought, but I didn’t. I just lay there and let it happen, watching the winter-white sky go gray above me.

Winter's notion of poetry is tragedy. It knows nothing of comedy. Its laughter was frozen on its lips long ago.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.

A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.

You see how when rivers are swollen in winter those trees that yield to the flood retain their branches, but those that offer resistance perish, trunk and all.

Thankfulness grows best in the seed-bed of conviction, just as some plants must be placed in the soil in the winter if they are to flower in the summer.

So burrow in. Snuggle deep. A winter idyll of simple splendor awaits.

Tightly held by rocks Through winter, the ice today Begins to come undone: A way-seeker also is the water, Melting, murmuring from the moss.

In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.

Winter's palette is clear and spare, restrictive enough to curb the excesses of even the most daring gardeners.

When we feel weak, all we have to do is wait a little while. The spring returns and the winter snows melt and fill us with new energy.

Winter is a season of recovery and preparation.

Our lives are at once ordinary and mythical. At the same instant we have these magnificent hearts that pump through all sorrow and all winters we are alive on the earth.

Feed the birds in winter; in return, they will feed your soul with the look of gratitude!

Valar Morghulis - All men must die.

Why can't a state that launches cosmonauts into space provide enough eggs and milk for its city children during the winter months?

The owl, that bird of onomatopoetic name, is a repetitious question wrapped in feathery insulation especially for Winter delivery.

It’s the place of the story, beginning here, in the meadow of late summer flowers, thriving before the Atlantic storms drive wet and winter upon them all.

We loiter in winter while it is already spring.

A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.