Winter Quotes
But loss is a precious stone to me, a nectar Distilled in time, preaching the truth of winter To the fallen heart that does not cease to fall.
Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.
I've been a dweller on the plains, have sighed when summer days were gone; No more I'll sigh; for winter here Hath gladsome gardens of his own.
When the hounds of Spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain.
When you watch Robin Williams, you can see a lot of Jonathan Winters. Robin is the first one to admit that; he worshiped Jonathan Winters.
I think it was lucky that during most of the work on the Odyssey I lived on Homer's sea in houses that were, in one case, shaken by the impact of the Mediterranean winter storms on the rocks below.
As sure as the spring will follow the winter, prosperity and economic growth will follow recession.
Winter is coming, we know what's coming with it. We can learn to live with the wildlings, or we can add them to the army of the dead.
There are having flowers in Spring, breezes in Summer, moon in Autumn, snows in Winter. If there is nothing worrying over you, it will be the best seasons at all times.
With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature.
Winter sunshine is a fairy wand touching everything with a strange magic. It is like the smile of a friend in time of sorrow.
You should see my corgis at sunset in the snow. It's their finest hour. About five o'clock they glow like copper. Then they come in and lie in front of the fire like a string of sausages.
Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.
I love cheeseburgers and chocolate - milk, not dark, and hot chocolate with marshmallows in the winter!
You are the promised kiss of springtime that makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening that trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
California, where the spring comes in the fall and the fall comes in the summer and the summer comes in the winter and the winter never comes at all.
We have a saying in Germany. It is better to have loved and lost than to engage in a land war with Russia in the winter.
However old a conjugal union, it still garners some sweetness. Winter has some cloudless days, and under the snow a few flowers still bloom.
The sparrows are preparing for winter, each one dressed in a plain brown coat and singing a cheerful song.
When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.
A frozen river is not a dry one, it's just a still river on the surface but is still moving, and so am my winter writing.
Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh, Through the white and drifted snow.
The work that we do during the winter is very important; we have a new bike and it's important to develop it during this time.
I love summertime more than anything else in the world. That is the only thing that gets me through the winter, knowing that summer is going to be there.
Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine... The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights.
The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennui s, vanish, all duties even.
Any one thinking of the Holy Child as born in December would mean by it exactly what we mean by it; that Christ is not merely a summer sun of the prosperous but a winter fire for the unfortunate.
When I was a child... I was watching a snowstorm, and hopefully asked, 'Momma, do we believe in winter?'
Just remember, during the winter, far beneath the bitter snow, that there's a seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes a rose.
They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods
What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.
In essence the Renaissance was simply the green end of one of civilization's hardest winters.
