Winter Quotes

When it is summer, enjoy it, but you must also prepare for winter.

Don't forget to enjoy the winter, but never give up hopes for the spring.

Person 1: "Stay back....I have a demon inside of me."Person 2: "Let me get closer...I have a hell inside me where your demons can live."(from Dark Winter, #2 - out Halloween 2014)

Love has different shape, like this falling snow in winter

Don't judge me. Ethics and morality no longer exist in our world. It's a luxury of the past, afforded only to those who had a future.

Real Canada is where people wear sweaters for survival, not style.

You are the capital U in Unhelpful.

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome."]

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.

Everybody was dying, or already dead, or leaving other people, and the year was dying into winter, and the only thing to do was make some noise.

In the summer, we create memories of hot adventures so that those memories can warm-up the deep frozen winter.

If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine.

You have food?" Winter scolded. "I thought you said you were hungry."I'm hungry for other things besides what I have, " [Clover] argued.

What was that you gave me to eat?" Winter panicked.A Filler Crisp, " Clover said, his eyes seventy percent concerned and thirty percent mischievous.

Don't sell the warmer for an air conditioner just because its summer, for in winter, you will have to do the reverse.

As the season changes, we learn to adapt.

Sylvia Plath and I met a long time ago. A really long time ago. Was it a summer day? No! It was a wintry November morning!

A wanton women is ripened fruit, ' Constanze intoned, 'begging to be plucked by the Goblin King.

…People are rivers, always ready to move from one state of being into another. It is not fair, to treat people as if they are finished beings. Everyone is always becoming and unbecoming.

I'd love to wake up to complete silence, white sheets, and the smell of crisp air and roses.

I will feel no guilt on shutting my door to those who didn't listen.

Some people are so much heaven to the square inch that life is simply hell, when she leaves you in order to go south for the winter. (Yes, women are people too, sometimes even threee.)

A violinist fiddled.With strings resined for winter.Summer's light splintered.

We hold on to poetry because it lights a fire in our soul and keeps our bodies warm.

Moment by moment, in life's winter life frozeEchoing a history of blues, a milestone rose

Because the birdsong might be pretty, But it's not for you they sing, And if you think my winter is too cold, You don't deserve my spring.

Is there anything whiter than winter snow?

Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter

All seasons are spectacular.

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

Such a beautiful smile! It is like spring flowers in the deadness of a white winter.

Let the seeds of hope sprout in the dead of winter.

After winter, spring never forgets to come.

Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bedFrozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled

Within every heart's Winter sleeps the promise of Spring.

We are all of the same substance, the same life. Though there are many differences between us, those are merely the shadows that delineate our boundaries. Our light is the same.

Harsh winters precede pleasant springs.

The sacred time exist in days, weeks, months, seasons and years.

They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else--the cold, and where he'd go in it--was outside, for a while anyway.

A Winterian wielding an Autumnian weapon, using Cordellan allegiance to bring Spring crumbling down.

Nor did he care about his childhood, for certainly I never heard him speak of it. I once questioned him about his early days and he would not answer. ‘What is the egg to the eagle?’ he asked me…

Let it rain on some days, Let yourself shiver on some cold nights, So when it's Spring you'll know why it was all worth going through.

In your winter you deny your spring,

Joy – in the fall, winter, and always in the mountains where people are few, wildlife is abundant and there is peace in the quiet.

If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.

It’d been a long time since they’d been together, but as close as they were physically, they’d never been so far apart in every other way.

Everyone is trying to impress everyone else, trying to make themselves out to be smarter or more confident than they actually are.

Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.