Morning Winter Quotes

#1. They call me the Morning Star. That star by which griffin-riders and travelers navigate the wastes in the dark months of winter. The last star that disappears when daylight returns in the spring.

Pierce Brown

#2. After the clouds, the sunshine; after the winter, the spring; after the shower, the rainbow; for life is a changeable thing. After the night, the morning, bidding all darkness cease, after life's cares and sorrows, the comfort and sweetness of peace.

Helen Steiner Rice

#3. The last days of this glacial winter are not yet past; we live in 'creation's dawn.' The morning stars still sing together, and the world, though made, is still being made and becoming more beautiful every day.

John Muir

#4. 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

#5. Life that winter in Rome: a golden dream, and I don't mean Rafaello and the mimosa and the total freedom of life. Stop there: What I do mean is the total freedom of life and Rafaello and the mimosa and the letto matrimoniale and the Frascati when morning work was over.

Tennessee Williams

#6. The room was full of the kind of light you got when you woke up on a winter's morning and knew, by the light, that it had snowed. It was a light without shadows. He

Terry Pratchett

#7. He spent the morning following her, nodding politely as she denounced the Russians for various earthly ills, and a few - volcanoes, winter, her arthritic hips - that fell within God's jurisdiction.

Anthony Marra

#8. In winter this town is freezing. You step out your door in the morning and the whole place looks like one of those nature specials in which a guy brings a camcorder to the North Pole and then the camera cuts out and you hear on the news that he got eaten by a bear

Flynn Meaney

#9. His kiss was light but lingering, like smoke from shivering lips on a freezing winter morning.

Rebecca Berto

#10. 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

#11. I get up very early in the morning. I enjoy the quietness, the stillness, the rawness in the winter and fall. It's a special time.

Edward Kennedy

#12. In the east a bank of cloud rises up silently like dark bread.

Margaret Atwood

#13. Except for a daily visit with the other doctors on our morning rounds, I hadn't seen or spoken to him. But that didn't mean I didn't miss him like the winter earth missed the sun.

Beatriz Williams

#14. On this morning his first waking moments were filled with the audible lamenting breath of having survived another winter night on the streets of St. Louis, those onerous recurring sighs that had become his respiration.

Dan Groat

#15. My God is
the green tide in the spring leaves
the redness of cherries high in the air
the excitement of shooting stars
the song of birds in summer branches
the sunrise on a winter's morning
the name of everything we don't understand ...

William Of Ockham

#16. Every time I jog through the world, I am awed by what I find. On a winter morning, when it seems too cold and slippery for safe jogging or bicycling, I can still go out and experience the glory of sunlight turning icy branches into strings of sparkling diamonds.

Bernie Siegel

#17. TO
MY COLLABORATOR
who buys the ink and paper
laughs
and, in fact, does all the really difficult
part of the business
this book is gratefully dedicated
in memory of a winter's morning
in Switzerland

A.A. Milne

#18. I am a winter person, never happier than on a clear, frosty morning.

Nigel Slater

#19. 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

#20. When they set off for their first day at their new school, I will never forget that winter morning as I watched our girls, just 7 and 10 years old, pile into those black SUVs with all those big men with guns.

Michelle Obama

#21. Even so, [ ... in the silence after a winter storm has ceased to howl, in the soft whisper of a morning snowfall, in the way the moonlight sparkles over new-fallen snow, you can feel when she has been near by, ever searching. You can sense the presence of the Winter Child.

Cameron Dokey

#22. Let the fairy tale begin on a winter's morning, then, with one drop of blood newly-fallen on the ivory snow: a drop as bright as a clear-cut ruby, red as a single spot of claret on the lace cuff.

Ellen Kushner

#23. October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.

J.K. Rowling

#24. Going to the seaside in winter is like seeing your partner first thing in the morning. Ugly, depressing and troubled by wind.

Andy Leeks

#25. Every morning, just like in Alabama, I got up with the sun, ate my breakfast even before my mother and sisters and brothers, and went to school, winter, spring, and fall alike to run and jump and bend my body this way and that for Mr. Charles Riley.

Jesse Owens

#26. I'm a cold winter morning, y'all Summer's Eve.

Ka

#27. On winter mornings when it's dark and the air is crisp, the lights are still shining and the first customers are gathered at the counter like conspirators. They give you the illusion that the day will be a new adventure. And that illusion stats with you for at least some of the morning.

Patrick Modiano

#28. If you think I'm one of those people who try to be funny at breakfast you're wrong. I'm invariably ill-tempered in the early morning.

Daphne Du Maurier

#29. Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

Elizabeth Bowen

#30. It's early on a beautiful winter morning. The house is quiet. The sun is shining. I'm thankful. I'm happy. My cup runneth over. Now there's coffee everywhere.

Mindy Levy

#31. There is dew
on these poems in the morning,
and at night a cool breeze may rise from them.
In the winter they are blankets, in the summer a place to swim.
I like talking to you like this. Have you moved
a step closer?
Soon we may be
kissing.

Kabir

#32. Nature awakens in brilliant colors of autumn, making me wish winter would bid adieu.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#33. Waking in the morning, I had to remember grief all over again. It was sunny, a white winter sun, and that made me sad.

Olivia Sudjic

#34. A wet autumn morning, a garbage truck clattering down the street. The first snowfall of the season, blossom sized flakes falling languidly and melting on teh ground, a premature snow fall delicate as lace, rapidly melting.

Joyce Carol Oates

#35. 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

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

Carroll Bryant

#37. One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see.

Ezra Jack Keats

#38. hot breakfast on a cold winter morning

Barbara Ann Kipfer

#39. So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#40. The dog, who had sounded so ferocious in the winter distances, was a female German Shepherd. She was shivering. Her tail was between her legs. She had been borrowed that morning from a farmer. She had never been to war before. She had no idea what game was being played. Her name was Princess.

Kurt Vonnegut

#41. Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appears, with considered judgement, bears the light beneath the rifted clouds - the invisible shared out in endless abundance.

Denise Levertov

#42. Let's say you had to report back to heaven at the end of your time on earth, tell them what your personal allotment of experience had been: wouldn't it sound like Poppy's speech? The smell of radiator dust on a winter morning, the taste of hot maple syrup ...

Anne Tyler

#43. The servants of God who had been a besieged garrison became a marching army; the ways of the world were filled as with thunder with the trampling of their feet and far ahead of that ever swelling host went a man singing; as simply he had sung that morning in the winter woods, where he walked alone.

G.K. Chesterton

#44. The day is an epitome of the year. The night is the winter, the morning and evening are the spring and fall, and the noon is the summer.

Henry David Thoreau

#45. Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.

Katherine McIntyre

#46. On a snowy winter morning, Martise of Neith - once of Asher - opened a gate and awakened darkness.

Grace Draven

#47. Youth has its romance, and maturity its wisdom, as morning and spring have their freshness, noon and summer their power, night and winter their repose. Each attribute is good in its own season.

Charlotte Bronte

#48. The shouting came to a halt, replaced by a tense silence that hung in the air like a fog on a cold winter morning. The

Nicolajayne Taylor

#49. The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning!

Thomas Hood

#50. Nature awakens each day in brilliant autumn colors, making me wish the pale winter would bid adieu.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#51. But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the winter breeze
A hundred miles away.

Robert Frost

#52. There must be some nerve and heroism in our love, as of a winter morning.

Henry David Thoreau

#53. Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with

Francesca Lia Block

#54. It was an overcast late November morning, the grass splintered by hoarfrost, and winter grinning through the gaps in the clouds like a bad clown peering through the curtains before the show begins.

John Connolly

#55. On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.

Stendhal

#56. In the morning it was fine, with one of those glittering sharp days that December sometimes throws down like bright gold among the lead of winter's coinage.

Mary Stewart

#57. He would stand by her. He would stand by her as long as the sun came up in the morning, as long as spring followed winter.

Karen Kingsbury