Winter Quotes

Such a large sweet fruit is a complete marriage, that it needs a very long summer to ripen in and then a long winter to mellow and season it.

Winter was nothing but a season of snow; spring, allergies; and summer...It was the worst. That was swimsuit season.

Snowy winter, a plentiful harvest.

In spite of all the dishonour, the broken standards, the broken lives, The broken faith in one place or another, There was something left that was more than the tales Of old men on winter evenings.

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

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

Everyone asks how I felt before the perfect game. You never feel bad when you're in the World Series. You've got all winter to rest.

When you live in Texas, every single time you see snow it?s magical.

The nice thing about New York is that you're finally able to wear those winter clothes that have been sitting in your closet in mothballs

There seems to be so much more winter than we need this year.

As I write, snow is falling outside my Maine window, and indoors all around me half a hundred garden catalogues are in bloom.

From December to March, there are for many of us three gardens - the garden outdoors, the garden of pots and bowls in the house, and the garden of the mind's eye.

There is nothing more energizing than inhaling the tang of wilderness, loamy after rain, pungent with the richness of earth shuddering with life, or taking in the brisk dry cleanness of winter.

I have often thought, says Sir Roger, it happens very well that Christmas should fall out in the middle of Winter.

It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.

I bring a poofy gray down jacket with me wherever I go. It's meant for winter, but I use it most in the summer, when everyone cranks up the air-conditioning.

Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows.

The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August

What miracle of weird transforming Is this wild work of frost and light, This glimpse of glory infinite?

When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.

I lived five years in Portugal and then spent winters in Nepal or India.

Two evils, monstrous either one apart, Possessed me, and were long and loath at going: A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart, And in the wood the furious winter blowing.

When I heated my home with oil, I used an average of 800 gallons a year. I have found that I can keep comfortably warm for an entire winter with slightly over half that quantity of beer.

- Growth has its season. There are spring and summer, but there are also fall and winter. And then spring and summer again. As long as the roots are not severed, all is well and all be well.

For Beatrice, summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you, is even colder.

Where has thou been all the dumb winter days When neither sunlight was nor smile of flowers, Neither life, nor love, nor frolic, Only expanse melancholic, With never a note of thy exhilarating lays?

Thus, during the winter of 2003 I ventured into a new arena as a professional photographer.

The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, and still fluttered down the snow.

Take winter as you find him, and he turns out to be a thoroughly honest fellow; with no nonsense in him, which is a great comfort in the long-run.

Winter is dead; spring is crazy; summer is cheerful and autumn is wise!

I enjoy the cleaning up - something about the getting of things in order for winter - making the garden secure - a battening down of hatches perhaps... It just feels right.

I don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.

Green thoughts emerge from some deep source of stillness which the very fact of winter has released.

And for winter fly-fishing it is as useful as an almanac out of date.

In New York, they understood that my country was not a country, but winter. And that my road was not really a road, but snow.

Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes not the victory vain. Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.

I celebrate the spirit of Christmas. It's the winter solstice celebration, rebirth and new possibilities.

Our [British] summers are often, though beautiful for verdure, so cold, that they are rather cold winters.

The winter's frost must rend the burr of the nut before the fruit is seen. So adversity tempers the human heart, to discover its real worth.

I have never seen snow and do not know what winter means.

Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.

Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

We go, in winter's biting wind, On many a short-lived winter day, With aching back but willing mind To dig and double dig the clay.

Feathered with hoarfrost, skeletal trees loom closer; fog shrouded arches.