A Winter S Love Quotes

#1. They were playing old Bob Dylan, more than perfect for narrow Village streets close to Christmas and the snow whirling down in big feathery flakes, the kind of winter where you want to be walking down a city street with your arm around a girl like on the old record cover

Donna Tartt

#2. my love is a winter's mist
gently dissolving
through the window
at the nape of your neck.

Sanober Khan

#3. It was a blustery winter night, back in the summer of 2009. That's when we met, and that's when I knew it was love, two years before.

Jarod Kintz

#4. The mountain trees that grew between the pines were a brilliant blaze of fall colors, like fire against the emerald green of the pines, firs and pruces. And it was, as I'd told myself long ago, the year's last passionate love affair before it grew old and died from the frosty bite of winter.

V.C. Andrews

#5. For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute:
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

William Shakespeare

#6. In honor of October, really just hours away now ...
Brew me a cup for a winter's night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I'll toast our bright eyes,
my sweetheart fair.

Minna Thomas Antrim

#7. We're supposed to love flowers, yet we rip them from their homes, and give them to people who don't love us.
-Toril Withers (Dark Winter).

John Hennessy

#8. I do love her, and that's odd because she is everything I detest in anyone else.

John Steinbeck

#9. I love winter. The bugs are dead, and the people are indoors.

Dennis Ruane

#10. The moles nested in my cellar, nibbling every third potato, and making a snug bed even there of some hair left after plastering and of brown paper; for even the wildest animals love comfort and warmth as well as man, and they survive the winter only because they are so careful to secure them.

Henry David Thoreau

#11. I love playing guitar. It's the only thing I've ever really been great at,

Johnny Winter

#12. Why does anybody do anything?" Mimi asked impatiently. "Most of the time we don't know
any of us.

Madeleine L'Engle

#13. 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.

Teresa Lo

#14. As long as there exist summer, we shall love the winter! The day summer disappears from Earth, we shall hate the winter!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#15. Of course I'll hurt you. Of course you'll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

Antoine De Saint-Exupery

#16. Luna, the thought of losing you is like losing my heart. You have me completely, and if you died because I wasn't there to protect you, it would kill me. I know you're strong, I know you're different, but that doesn't change my natural instincts. I still have to protect you.

Justine Winter

#17. Love should feel like a hand sewn quilt made by grandma, wrapping you up on a cold winter morning.

Carroll Bryant

#18. 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!

Avijeet Das

#19. Love has different shape, like this falling snow in winter

Rizki De

#20. I love you, Winter. I always have." He kissed her.

Marissa Meyer

#21. She didn't mean to be sexy that moment, but even a winter nightgown couldn't hide that lovely outline. When will I outgrow my simple-minded fascination with the form she had happened to choose for her body? Never, I thought

Richard Bach

#22. I'm primarily thought of as a rocker, and certainly 'Frankenstein' had a very dramatic power rock image. It was almost a precursor of heavy metal and fusion. But I also love jazz and classical and if there's one common thread that runs through all my music, it is blues.

Edgar Winter

#23. My gut feeling says he needs a second chance. Like we all do." WINTER'S PAST

Mary E. Hanks

#24. Both the Winter and the Summer Solstices are expressions of love. They show us the opposition of light and dark, expansion and contraction, that characterize our experiences in the Earth school so that we can recognize our options as we move through our lives.

Gary Zukav

#25. From the days when it was always summer in Eden,to these days when it is mostly winter in fallen latitudes, the world of a man has invariably gone one way Charles Darnay's way the way of the love of a woman

Charles Dickens

#26. I love Nike's running shoes and clothes because they feel as light as a feather.

Katia Winter

#27. 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.

Bette Midler

#28. I'll see you soon, I think as I fall, hoping she can hear me. It's as good a last thought as any, and I hold it close like a light in the darkness.

Rebecca Harris

#29. In winter I like sprawling novels, full of conflict and intrigue, and during the bleakest, coldest days of December I holed up with Nicola Griffith 's Hild, a book of love and sex and war and religious upheaval, and I recommend it even over the warmest pair of Sorels.

Maud Newton

#30. How like a winter hath my absence been
From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen,
What old December's bareness everywhere!

William Shakespeare

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

S. Jae-Jones

#32. I'm sure lots of people would love to ridicule me when I say this, but it is true: many people die from cold related deaths every winter, and here are studies that say that climate change in certain areas of the world would help those individuals.

Dana Perino

#33. Love doesna always mean burning flashes o' passion. Sometimes, it's jus' the warmth o' yer hearts as they beat yer day together." ~Old Woman Nora to her three wee granddaughters on a cold winter's night.

Karen Hawkins

#34. I'd soon put that little canary into the park on a winter's day as recommend you to bestow your heart on him!

Emily Bronte

#35. I've always had a great love of music since childhood. It changes every day.. every time you write, it's a new experience. It's a self expression.

Edgar Winter

#36. Like when you sit in front of a fire in winter - you are just there in front of the fire. You don't have to be smart or anything. The fire warms you.

Desmond Tutu

#37. I knew you were in love with him." Winter tapped her fingers against her elbow. "I can't understand why no one ever listens to me." Scarlet glared, but there was no ire behind it. "You're right, Winter. It's a complete mystery.

Marissa Meyer

#38. She understood his eyes, colder than winter's heart. A man who knew he was dead and couldn't make himself care; you are spared that. Mashiara. His lost love.

Robert Jordan

#39. I contribute to the dead of winter and the moans of silence, blood trails are music to my ears ... I'm a gut pile addict ... The pig didn't know I was there ... it's my kick ... I love shafting animals ... it's rock 'n' roll power.

Ted Nugent

#40. But i would love to write something, maybe a book. I want to travel to a small town someday - one with fir trees and snowcapped mountains. Than I would spend an entire winter writing to my heart's content.

Lang Leav

#41. I love the little garden in the back of my family's brownstone in Brooklyn. Digging out there in the dirt is a joy for me, although by the time August rolls around and my roses have black spot, I need the break winter provides.

Siri Hustvedt

#42. I love Toronto's long autumns, warm with windy swirls of golden spores, redolent with giant, sun-roasted leaves flapping up and down the streets, and horrible winter always seeming far, far off!

Guy Maddin

#43. I love cheeseburgers and chocolate - milk, not dark, and hot chocolate with marshmallows in the winter!

Nina Dobrev

#44. Love is a myth.'
'Love is a myth,' Grandfather Trout said. 'Like summer.'
'What?'
'In winter,'Grandfather Trout said, 'summer is a myth. A report, a rumor. Not to be believed in. Get it? Love is a myth. So is summer.

John Crowley

#45. Love winter when the plant says nothing.

Thomas Merton

#46. Endure the cold, and true love will follow.

Rosca Marx

#47. Let us say goodbye to winter to welcome the beauty of spring.

Debasish Mridha

#48. 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.

Jennifer Faye

#49. 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.

John Knowles

#50. No, I don't miss you... Not in a way that one is missed.
But I think of you.
Sometimes.
In the way that one might think of the summer sunshine
On a winter night...

Sreesha Divakaran

#51. Oh, I love to play on the road. I really love it.

Johnny Winter

#52. 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?

Alfred Austin

#53. The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

#54. I love the simple poetry of theater, where you can stand in a spotlight on a stage and wrap a coat around you, and say, 'It was 1860 and it was winter ... '

Gary Oldman

#55. We have a history," I say, "that no one can take from us. No matter what happened in the past, no matter what happens from here, it can't take away from the good thing we had. You were my first love, Demi. You only get one.

Winter Renshaw

#56. I love to close my eyes a moment and think of the land outside, white under the mingled snow and moonlight--the heaps of stones by the roadside white--snow in the furrows. Mon Dieu! How quiet and how patient!

Katherine Mansfield

#57. She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.

Robert Graves

#58. However old a conjugal union, it still garners some sweetness. Winter has some cloudless days, and under the snow a few flowers still bloom.

Madame De Stael

#59. Love comforeth like sunshine after rain,
But Lust's effect is tempest after sun.
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain;
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

William Shakespeare

#60. Love is not a spaceship you construct and then fly off together into the stars. Love is a soap bubble that bursts in the air. Love is the first winter snowflake that falls into you palm, a mirage that glows in the sun and fades in the shadows.

Chloe Thurlow

#61. I love Fayetteville. I like hills and vistas and hardworking people and fighting snow in winter and chiggers in the summer.

Ellen Gilchrist

#62. 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.

Phar West Nagle

#63. Winter is the time of love and of taking the light within.

Terry Taylor

#64. Rostov was not listening to the soldier. He looked at the snowflakes dancing above the fire and remembered the Russian winter with a warm, bright house, a fluffy fur coat, swift sleighs, a healthy body, and all the love and care of a family. "And why did I come here?" he wondered.

Leo Tolstoy

#65. It always depresses me when people moan about how commercial Christmas is. I love everything about it. The tradition of having this great big feast, slap bang in the middle of winter, is an essential thing to look forward to at the end of the year.

Richard E. Grant

#66. Their lips met with a tenderness Kate had not dreamed possible. The weeks of heart-break and uncertainty, the pain of wasted days, and the despair of unfulfilled dreams released her like winter surrenders its ruthless grip on the frozen earth in early spring. Did every kiss hold such promise?

Jennifer Beckstrand

#67. Summer was felt a little more;
in autumn I began to fall.
When winter came with all its white,
you were mine to kiss good night.

Lang Leav

#68. Love is strange. One minute you're jungle fever. The next you're Arctic winter.

Ellen Hopkins

#69. I just love putting on the uniform; it's what I have done since I was 6 or 7 years old. It's the life I know. If I didn't love the life of baseball, I wouldn't work out like I do every winter.

Steve Finley

#70. In your hands winter ...

Aberjhani

#71. Love comes and goes so fast! It comes like a tropical storm and it goes like the wind in winter

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#72. Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.

C.S. Lewis

#73. Return of love, more blest may be the view;
As call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
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William Shakespeare

#74. Clear. Cold. Empty. Like how I feel right now. Love is strange. One minute you're jungle fever. The next you're Artic winter.

Ellen Hopkins

#75. My six favorite textures for fall and winter are leather, fur, tweed, mohair, velvet and wool. I love that they are all as warm as they are fashionable and easy to incorporate into your wardrobe.

Nina Garcia

#76. Wayne had never been able to love the dog Treadway brought home the day he dismantled the Ponte Vecchio. He wanted to love the dog but he couldn't, and he blamed his father. The dog deserved love.

Kathleen Winter

#77. [ ... ] He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.

Cassandra Clare

#78. Frankly, the trouble with winter is, it is all backbone. It is fleshless, insensate, with neither a breast to be leaned on nor a heart to love and ache and, if need be, break, nor any kindly hand to fondle and caress like a sea-wave on a sunny shore half asleep.

William Alfred Quayle

#79. 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.

Thomas Campion

#80. The summer in you
calms the winter in me.

Saiber

#81. How does a whale know when to swim to warmer waters for winter? How do the fish know whe a predator is near? How do you know when love is real? You just know.

Debbie Viguie

#82. For love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive. The

Louisa May Alcott