Top 100 Love Winter Quotes
#1. 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
#3. I love winter. The bugs are dead, and the people are indoors.
Dennis Ruane
#4. I need him as much as he needs me. But that doesn't make it love. Winter lowered her lashes Actually dear friend, I suspect that is precisely what makes it love.
Marissa Meyer
#5. Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
Pietro Aretino
#6. I love hats and winter is the perfect time for them. I love winter time fashion.
Rebecca Ferguson
#7. I loved her in an odd kind of way, the way you love winter when you're hot in summer.
V.C. Andrews
#8. 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.
Sonet56
William Shakespeare
#9. 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
#10. 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
#11. 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
#12. 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
#13. 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
#14. 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
#15. 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
#16. 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
#17. 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
#18. 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
#19. 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
#20. 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
#21. 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
#22. Winter is the time of love and of taking the light within.
Terry Taylor
#23. 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
#24. 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
#25. 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
#26. 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
#27. 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
#28. Love has different shape, like this falling snow in winter
Rizki De
#29. 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
#30. 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
#31. 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
#32. 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
#33. 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
#34. 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
#35. I would not a bit mind sleeping in the cool grass in summer, and when winter came on sheltering myself by the warm close-thatched rick, or under the penthouse of a great barn, provided I had love in my heart.
Oscar Wilde
#36. I love to go to the places where things happen. I like to walk the walk and see how the light falls and what winter feels like.
David McCullough
#37. No one made sense of the love they shared. They didn't get the hang of it either. But together, the clocks of winter stopped.. And autumn's fallen leaves turned, swiftly, scarlet.
Malak El Halabi
#38. Once, long ago in her world, a sunny day in spring was her favorite, but now a sunny day in winter delights her more. It is the perfect metaphor for their love.
Sunshine on ice.
She warms his frost. He cools her fever.
Karen Marie Moning
#40. It was like diving into winter waves. "I can't," I told him.
"Why not?"
"Because I need to find out who I am by myself before I can be with anyone else.
Louise Hawes
#41. Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.
Kellie Elmore
#42. I wrote at the start that this was a record of hate, and walking there beside Henry towards the evening glass of beer, I found the one prayer that seemed to serve the winter mood: O God, You've done enough, You've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone forever.
Graham Greene
#43. But my memories are like a fire in winter - whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them.
- Ditta
Madeleine L'Engle
#44. Winter is the reason for the spring; he who loves the spring must also love its reason!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#45. Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze ...
Robert Frost
#46. 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
#47. Whatever love meant there was some version of it that I felt for Winter. And it didn't matter if he felt that for me or not or if it was real love or just my sadness about my dad that had turned into longing. Love, that elusive leading lady, plays too many parts to be typecast.
Francesca Lia Block
#48. I who all the Winter through,
Cherished other loves than you
And kept hands with hoary policy in marriage-bed and pew;
Now I know the false and true,
For the earnest sun looks through,
And my old love comes to meet me in the dawning and the dew.
Robert Louis Stevenson
#49. I hate that I hate him because I think I just might love him and all because of a bag of gummy bears that he knew I would need. -Winter
Crystal Spears
#50. Mrs. Jo did not mean the measles, but that more serious malady called love, which is apt to ravage communities, spring and autumn, when winter gayety and summer idleness produce whole bouquets of engagements, and set young people to pairing off like the birds.
Louisa May Alcott
#51. 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
#52. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
Emily Bronte
#53. I love cookies baking. During the winter, they have these candles that smell like cookies, and I always buy like a hundred of them.
Jared Padalecki
#54. I love the scent of winter. I love the scent of winter enough to suffer the cold for it.
Tiffany Reisz
#55. 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
#56. It is not love that transforms the world, but pity.
Clara Winter
#57. my love is a winter's mist
gently dissolving
through the window
at the nape of your neck.
Sanober Khan
#58. I like the world, but I feel very, very Italian. I love the small parts of my country: Tuscany, Capri in the winter. I don't like big towns.
Luca Cordero Di Montezemolo
#59. Why does anybody do anything?" Mimi asked impatiently. "Most of the time we don't know
any of us.
Madeleine L'Engle
#60. In the distance, a Benz motor sounds. A neon light wraps itself around the driver and the winter that beats in his heart. His heart stays cold. stays melting.
Gwen Calvo
#61. But love, whether in Multan or on Siberia's icy tundra, whether in the winter or the summer, whether among the rich or the poor, whether among the beautiful or the ugly, whether among the crude or refined, love is always just love. There's no difference.
Saadat Hasan Manto
#62. 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
#63. The winter of 1991 found me stunned and shivering in the aftermath of an imploded love affair. Being 26, I flung myself actorishly on London and, without any intimations of my own ludicrousness, spent two years showing God what I thought of Him by letting myself go.
Glen Duncan
#64. There must be some nerve and heroism in our love, as of a winter morning.
Henry David Thoreau
#65. Love doesn't always come barreling down on you like a train engine. Sometimes it sneaks up on you like spring overtaking winter. The chill winds begin to warm and suddenly the trees have leaves and the flowers are blooming.
Ann H. Gabhart
#66. I love the Mediterranean for the fact that winter is over in a minute, and the almond blossom arrives in January.
Jade Jagger
#67. 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
#68. It was now the stormy equinoctial weather that sounds the wild dirge of autumn, and marches the winter in. I love, and always did, that grand undefinable music, threatening and bewailing, with its strange soul of liberty and desolation.
J. Sheridan Le Fanu
#69. The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?
Lara Biyuts
#70. But I understood, now, that we don't live only for ourselves. We're connected by millions of shared experiences and dreams and nightmares, all tied together with compassion.
I learned that even when we're going through our darkest winter, spring is waiting to appear.
Laura Anderson Kurk
#71. It seemed impossible that he'd chosen to live here, at a latitude where spring was a semantic variation on winter, in a grid whose rigid geometry only a Greek or a builder of prisons could love, in a city that made its own gravy when it rained.
Garth Risk Hallberg
#72. No; my heart tells me it is not. I might have thought so once, but now, I say, give me the girl I love, and I will swear eternal constancy to her and her alone, through summer and winter, through youth and age, and life and death! if age and death must come.
Anne Bronte
#73. Or maybe it was just Winter, who could make a rock fall in love with her if she smiled at it the right way.
Marissa Meyer
#74. I love the winter. Well, I love all the seasons, but the winter is possibly one of the most intense.
Andy Goldsworthy
#75. I lie in the dirt and pretend his words about my love don't hurt, but they slice me like the ice cold winds of winter. It takes all of the power I have left to lie there quietly and not remind him of the promises he has not kept.
Inger Iversen
#76. Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my body to the magician, if I told him to cut me in half so after that I could come to you whole and ask for you back would you listen for this dark alley love song? For the winter we heated our home from the steam off our own bodies?
Andrea Gibson
#77. 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
#78. Spring still makes spring in the mind
When sixty years are told:
Love wakes anew this throbbing heart,
And we are never old
Over the winter glaciers
I see the summer glow
And through the wind-piled snowdrift
The warm rosebuds below.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#79. How like a winter has been my hard spring away from you, my harp.
Psalm
David Lehman
#80. I go to Spain a lot, in winter, for a blast of sunlight to banish the blues brought on by the Irish greys and drizzle. I love the cities of the Spanish interior.
Kevin Barry
#81. 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
#82. I can't remember a time I didn't love you, I don't think a time has ever existed. -Winter
Marissa Meyer
#83. His kiss was light but lingering, like smoke from shivering lips on a freezing winter morning.
Rebecca Berto
#84. I love the scents of winter! For me, it's all about the feeling you get when you smell pumpkin spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, gingerbread and spruce.
Taylor Swift
#85. I love collard greens and sweet potatoes. But like, traveling, I'm always just looking for that thing where you feel like there's love in the food. Like one of the best things, in Brazil it's feijoada. I was in Tobago in the winter, and I had the best roti I've ever had, with curry goat.
Neneh Cherry
#86. 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
#87. The Steadfast Love of the Lord is not Seasonal; His Mercies do not have winter or summer days ... They are new every now and then.
Israelmore Ayivor
#88. Truly, Autumn is my season," the scarlet beast chorted. "Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall, I have loved best, because they are best to love.
Catherynne M Valente
#89. When Love And Jealousy
Collide On The Slopes,
Winter Break Turns Deadly
Richelle Mead
#90. Once upon a winter I met a man in the woods The man beckoned me over To see a satchel of goods He offered three wishes I asked for beauty, love, riches And he froze me in stone where I stood. - "The Greedy Ghost of Cypress Pass," common folk song
Marie Lu
#91. You are my winter suddenness - a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth
John Geddes
#92. 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
#93. Although in my life the level of loss has never reached the extremes it does in 'The Winter People,' I certainly can identify with being both a daughter longing for her mother and being a mother who is almost scared by the intensity of her love for her daughter.
Jennifer McMahon
#94. 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
#95. 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
#96. you make autumn mist
taste like champagne
and turn winter rain
into the elixir of life itself.
Sanober Khan
#97. When I work, I wear pants usually because I want to be comfortable. I wear dark colors, especially in winter, because I don't want to concentrate on myself but on what I'm working on. Because I really, really love clothes, I can start to think too much about myself. It's distracting.
Donatella Versace
#98. I love you," he whispered as he thrust again. And again. Each movement controlled. Each small movement devastating in its effect. "I love you."
She lost all concept of time. She lost her place and surroundings. She couldn't remember who he was - who she was. She lost her mind.
Elizabeth Hoyt
#99. As we open our energy channels, we can cease the process of searching for love and begin the process of becoming an actual channel for love, allowing the force that drives the growth of flowers, summer rain, autumn wind, and winter snow to flow through us at the cellular level.
Catherine Carrigan
#100. He bought her a pretty music box with a picture of the castle in winter painted on the lid, and she slept on his shoulder on the train ride home.
Michael Schmicker
