Top 40 Dead Of Winter Quotes
#2. At one point, I was seriously considering playing Huck Finn in a production in Northern Maine in the dead of winter.
David Walton
#3. You may have the worst timing since Napoleon decided the dead of winter was the right moment to invade Russia.
Cassandra Clare
#4. you?" "Jealousy. It's toxic." "How about lying, which is all you ever do. Over and over again." "You need to start putting this on every time you go out, even on overcast days in the dead of winter." The viscous translucent lotion Carrie dribbles into her palm looks like semen. "And
Patricia Cornwell
#5. Why you decrepit old mage! You couldn't turn water into ice in the dead of winter!
Margaret Weis
#6. 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
#7. When we first fell in love in the dead of winter, we said, "If we aren't more in love in lilactime, we shall be finished." But we were more in love: for love must grow or die.
Sheldon Vanauken
#8. In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter, war spreading, families dying, the world in danger, I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover.
Wendell Berry
#9. Be a person who can dream about spring in the dead of winter.
Debasish Mridha
#10. A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.
T. S. Eliot
#11. Possibility is not a facet of opportunity. It's one of fate. And I've never been one to fear destiny.
Rebecca Harris
#12. One Soviet general, looking at a map of the territory Russia had acquired on the Karelian Isthmus, is said to have remarked: "We have won just about enough ground to bury our dead
William R. Trotter
#13. The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of the winter, when every part of her felt so cold.
Lauren Kate
#14. April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us.
T. S. Eliot
#15. He could feel the eyes of the dead. They were all listening, he knew. And winter was coming.
George R R Martin
#16. The days go by, through the brief silence of winter, when the sunshine is so still and pure, like iced wine, and the dead leaves gleam brown, and water sounds hoarse in the ravines.
D.H. Lawrence
#17. There was now a distinct manifestation of morning in the air, and presently the bleared white visage of a sunless winter day emerged like a dead-born child.
Thomas Hardy
#18. It does not hit you until later. The fact that you were essentially dead does not register until you begin to come alive. Frostbite does not hurt until it starts to thaw. First it is numb. Then a shock of pain rips through the body. And then, every winter after, it aches.
Marya Hornbacher
#19. Dead calm, then a murmur, a name, a murmured name, in doubt, in fear, in love, in fear, in doubt, wind of winter in the black boughs, cold calm sea whitening whispering to the shore, stealing, hastening, swelling, passing, dying, from naught come, to naught gone
Samuel Beckett
#20. Known colloquially as 'winter,' 'golden needle,' and 'velvet foot' mushrooms, enoki mushrooms grow across much of the world, inhabiting dead conifer trees and stumps, and generally appearing throughout the late fall and winter months.
Paul Stamets
#21. If the Mob was after you, the last thing you felt was alive. If the Mob was after you, it was only a matter of time before you were as dead as a doorknob. But standing outside in the middle of winter, with the world in a coma, she felt alive.
Chrys Fey
#22. 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
#23. But destiny grips us and, the next morning, in a soft winter rain, we buried the dead, paid silver coins, and then walked southward. We were a boy on the edge of being a grown man, a girl, and a dog, and we were going to nowhere.
Bernard Cornwell
#24. Truth cannot be changed. When all the flowers of the world are dead, there will still be a true thing that is a flower.
Clara Winter
#25. In the winter, things are dead and dull, but then there is an explosion of life. That's what He promises people who believe in His Son. That's what all the Robertsons are banking on.
Si Robertson
#26. Is this your girl?" she asks, not waiting for an answer. "She's breathtaking."
"You're my new favorite person," Billie giggles.
Rebecca Harris
#27. 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.
Rebecca Harris
#28. February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.
Anna Quindlen
#29. The summer lasted a long long time, like verse after verse of a ballad, but when it ended, it ended like a man falling dead in the street of heart trouble. One night, all in one night, severe winter came, a white horse of snow rolling over Bountiful, snorting and rolling in its meadows, its fields.
Ardyth Kennelly
#30. I lost my temper," I finish. "I lost my temper. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
"Well, no one means to lose their temper, my boy," the Captain smiles. "If they did, it wouldn't be lost.
Rebecca Harris
#31. The stone is strong. Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.
George R R Martin
#32. The salt hung on his spirit like a frost,
The dead brine melted in him like a dew
Of winter, until nothing of himself
Remained, except some starker, barer self
In a starker, barer world, in which the sun
Was not the sun because it never shone
With bland complaisance ...
Wallace Stevens
#33. The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.
Neil Gaiman
#34. On the night of the winter solstice, when the dead get their annual reprieve, they go up to the 24-hour donut shop and wedding chapel to get hitched. Marriage is a good and proper pursuit for dead people. For a while, it relieves the dark, shuddering loneliness of the afterlife.
Rachel Swirsky
#35. Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
T. S. Eliot
#36. I prefer winter and fall, when you can feel the bone structure in the landscape
the lonliness of it
the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it
the whole story dosen't show.
Andrew Wyeth
#37. 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.
Jon Snow
#38. No, it's just like when you're dead and you try to remember being alive, it'll be like thinking of winter on the hottest day of the year. You'll know it's true, but you won't really believe it.
Tom Perrotta
#39. I am the land, the bones of the hills," he said fiercely, "I am the winter. When I am dead, I will come for you all in the coldest nights.
Conn Iggulden
#40. Sometimes she wondered if she only loved him when it was cold, in the middle of winter when everything was dead. -
Brit Bennett
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