Winter Quotes
Every season has a reason. Summer cannot do the works of winter, nor winter the works of summer. Each season is unique yet so important, so cherish the seasons in your life.
Every little or big problem has a reason, Every year there is a winter season, Every trouble goes away with time, After winter spring comes with rhyme.
He was the smell of winter rain and the sound of his predator’s heartbeat
As long as the earth remains, there will be day and night, planting and harvesting, cold and heat, summer and winter. These cycles shall never ceased. Genesis 8:22
Then she smiles, like it'sthe first time she's seen sunafter a decade of winters.
Life and summer are fleeting, ’ sang the bird. ‘Snow and dark, and the winter comes. Nothing remains the same.
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 wel
Dip your fingers n the spring stream or lift your face to the summer rains. Listen for me in the winter wind I'll come back for you.
Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.
Some people feel the coolness of winter and complain. Some people endure, enjoy, and wait for spring.
The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air--a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.
So they went running together, silent, toward the vast wastes of snow where no living thing but they two moved under the stars of night.
She was infamous once upon a time. She's legendary now. The girl is a definite force to be reckoned with, though perhaps she doesn't know it yet.
There must be something ghostly in the air of Christmas — something about the close, muggy atmosphere that draws up the ghosts, like the dampness of the summer rains brings out the frogs and snails.
The other houses in the neighborhood had Christmas lights up and trees visible in their windows, but not Shae's. She and I were the only ones who didn't care anymore, and I liked that about her.
Spring had been the season for dying in the old days. Invalids who had struggled through the dark comfort of winter took fright as the night receded.
How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.
Her fragility makes her uncomfortable, but it has a familiarity, too, like the biting cold of winter that you only half forget during other seasons.
These are the winter's people, he reminded himself. Tears froze upon your cheeks where they come from.
I am in love, and the river is beginning to ice over. I’d better go drown myself before I freeze to death.
Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand, Yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac treeFrom which a small wood-owl calls.
...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...
Every Autumn now my thoughts return to snow. Snow is something I identify myself with. Like my father, I am a snow person.
Winter teetered on the verge of succumbing to the returning sun, but today the breeze still preferred the touch of snowflakes
can you see how amazing the Sun in Winter? so beautiful like a miracle", and he looked at me and said "The Sun is like a miracle just in Winter, but you are a miracle in my life
can you see how amazing the sun in Winter, like a miracle", i said. He looked at me and said "The sun is like miracle just in Winter and you are miracle in my life".
can you see how amazing the Sun in Winter? so beautiful like a miracle", and he looked at me and said "The Sun is like a miracle just in Winter, but you are a mirace in my life".
Iko held up a hand. "You need a system debug if you're suggesting that I would abandon you know.
Vodka goes well with a wintery perspective. Nothing else provokes such presentiments of falling snow except, for some, the communist seizure of the state.
...I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind...
She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.
They're the first crew I've ever had and most of them even call me Captain. I'm going to miss them.
Tapping a finger against the flesh of her elbow, she deadpanned, “Jacin Clay, there is an assassin under my bed.
