January Winter Quotes

#1. That's when I did start loving Daniel. Not when I said I did, but some moments later when he replied in kind. It was the last day of January. Winter was through.

Claire Kilroy

#2. Winter
The season between autumn and spring, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere
the coldest months of the year:
December, January and February.

A period of inactivity or decay.

Cecelia Ahern

#3. As the red leaf warns: winter will be with us soon enough. If only I could bottle a little of this sunshine up and open it in January, like jam

Nick Alexander

#4. And instead of dying Immediately after they shot him, he would go on to survive several days solely because of the cold that January. Maybe that's why we are drawn to those who posses the coldest of hearts ... In effort to survive.

Bethany Brookbank

#5. We are the last remaining country to allow ourselves two breaks in the season. You just have to look at England, Italy and Spain, they play right through the season. We on the other hand take six weeks off in the winter until the end of January, and that is a luxury.

Franz Beckenbauer

#6. There are two seasonal diversions that can ease the bite of any winter. One is the January thaw. The other is the seed catalogues.

Hal Borland

#7. This is a terrible hour, but it is often that darkest point which precedes the rise of day; that turn of the year when the icy January wind carries over the waste at once the dirge of departing winter, and the prophecy of coming spring.

Charlotte Bronte

#8. Your hair is winter fire
January embers
My heart burns there, too.

Stephen King

#9. Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered ... sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks ...

Ray Bradbury

#10. That grand old poem called Winter

Henry David Thoreau

#11. I love the Mediterranean for the fact that winter is over in a minute, and the almond blossom arrives in January.

Jade Jagger

#12. January is the despairing heart of the Scottish winter

Denise Mina

#13. The leaves hop, scraping on the ground. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones its single emptiness, The savagest hollow of winter-sound.

Wallace Stevens

#14. Through the chill of December the early winter moans ... but it's that January wind that rattles old bones.

John Facenda

#15. By January it had always been winter.

Annie Proulx