Top 100 Quotes About The Winter
#1. Sometimes she wondered if she only loved him when it was cold, in the middle of winter when everything was dead. -
Brit Bennett
#2. I'm looking for the binding energy of a look
a crop of reflections to be reaped
in a winter of thorn
when icebergs of illusion will melt
to be served at high tea
and the spaces between the poles pinned down
Nancy Peters
#3. But I can't help thinking of the shock I felt when I finally realised it was winter, on exiting Mizuko's apartment. The summer was long gone, but I hadn't noticed until then.
Olivia Sudjic
#4. Withstanding the cold develops vigor for the relaxing days of spring and summer. Besides, in this matter as in many others, it is evident that nature abhors a quitter.
Arthur C. Crandall
#5. He was a ship loaded down with a full cargo of emotion, riding low in the dark winter sea of death. Isao
Yukio Mishima
#6. Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
insects singing.
Matsuo Basho
#7. Maine is a joy in the summer. But the soul of Maine is more apparent in the winter.
Paul Theroux
#9. At one point, I was seriously considering playing Huck Finn in a production in Northern Maine in the dead of winter.
David Walton
#10. If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
[Meditations Divine and Moral]
Anne Bradstreet
#11. It was the first genuinely shining day of summer, a time of year which brought Eleanor always to aching memories of her early childhood, when it seemed to be summer all the time; she could not remember a winter before father's death on a cold wet day.
Shirley Jackson
#12. 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
#13. I have a house in the Connecticut countryside where you'll always find me, summer or winter.
Candace Bushnell
#14. Come, fill the Cup, in the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing
Omar Khayyam
#15. When I came there I found all my family gone, for the Indians had killed five people in the winter near that place, which frightened my wife and family away to Roanoke about 35 miles nearer in among the inhabitants, which I was informed of by an old man I met near the place.
Christopher Gist
#16. If the weather is summer in your mind, even the coldest winter will be hot for you! If the weather is winter in your mind, even the hottest summer will be cold for you!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#17. 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
#18. And we have a little herb garden, which survived the winter thanks to global warming. It makes me feel like a cool, old Italian housewife, that I kept my rosemary alive outside all winter.
Elizabeth Gilbert
#19. Marriage can, should, and must evolve. Don't be alarmed, and don't resent it. Be patient and kind, unflaggingly. In the long run, it's the unasked-for hot-water bottles on winter nights that matter more than the extravagant gestures.
David Mitchell
#20. Here I sit, sober and perhaps even lucid, on the sort of winter's day that makes you realize a New Year is just around the corner and you've got very little to show for it, but if you are going to get anything done on this planet, you better pick it up with both hands and DO IT YOURSELF.
Peter Laughner
#21. Beyond Stone Ring Keep's high walls, the wind wailed of coming winter. Ariane didn't hear the mournful cry. She heard nothing but echoes
Elizabeth Lowell
#22. And as fall turned to winter, the Darlington peach trees started dropping their leaves again, gently, like they were letting them go. It wasnt the same as giving them up. It wasnt the same as losing them.
Jodi Lynn Anderson
#23. Her soul was as cold as the air that bit through London in winter, her grief a shadow to the vengeance ...
Michelle Zink
#24. Although it was the middle of winter, I finally realized that, within me, summer was inextinguishable.
Albert Camus
#25. Sorrow rushed into her soul, moaning softly like the winter wind in abandoned manor houses.
Gustave Flaubert
#26. Good books are to the young mind what the warming sun and the refreshing rain of spring are to the seeds which have lain dormant in the frosts of winter. They are more, for they may save from that which is worse than death, as well as bless with that which is better than life.
Horace Mann
#27. The attitude of the city on his action was of no importance to him, not because he was going to leave the city, but because any outside attitude on the situation seemed superficial. He was completely indifferent to popular opinion.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#28. The Winter solstice (you haven't lived if you haven't seen us running around in our skivvies, banging on pots and pans, shouting "Come back, sun! Goddammit, come back! Come back!
Joanna Russ
#29. I love Fayetteville. I like hills and vistas and hardworking people and fighting snow in winter and chiggers in the summer.
Ellen Gilchrist
#30. I didn't like filtering the story through me, saying, 'Reader, you'll be safe with me. While it gets a little dangerous, it'll be okay because, after all, you're with me, because I'm a warm convivial voice. But let's be entertained by this horrible stuff.' I didn't like that.
Michael Winter
#31. It was a black and white day of frost, which crawled along the dark trees and outlined twig and branch. The air was misty, and distant objects assumed a mysterious importance. Slight sounds, too, suggested infinite activities to the mind.
("A Tribute Of Souls")
Robert S. Hichens
#32. Winter testing is essential but there comes a point where you have had enough of all the rehearsals and the pretend racing. You just want to get down to the real action.
Damon Hill
#33. It's not the winter that bothers me - it's the summers.
Walt Alston
#34. Loosening his tie with one hand, Quentin stepped out into the cold clear winter air and flew.
Lev Grossman
#35. Winter is the time for study, you know, and the colder it is the more studious we are.
Henry David Thoreau
#36. The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn.
Patricia Hampl
#37. The cold seemed less relentless now. The small circle of white light from my bedside lamp and its hint of the dawn to come seemed to drive the worst of the chill away and the hot tea did the rest, as I lay and read further into the life of the young woman in the bravado coat.
Jane Lovering
#38. 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
#39. O son of Kunti, the nonpermanent appearance of happiness and distress, and their disappearance in due course, are like the appearance and disappearance of winter and summer seasons. They arise from sense perception, O scion of Bharata, and one must learn to tolerate them without being disturbed.
A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada
#40. The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.
Maud Hart Lovelace
#41. Summers are the best. And I figured summer was my best time for meeting someone, too, because in the summer people are looking for someone to snuggle up with for the winter. And because in the summer I could take off my shirt.
Andrew Tobias
#42. Why can't a state that launches cosmonauts into space provide enough eggs and milk for its city children during the winter months?
Harrison Salisbury
#43. The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco
Mark Twain
#44. Winter is already a lost shape, forgotten
in the ground. Instead, here is Spring
with all the grace of a woman
smoothing out her apron.
Cecilia Llompart
#45. Go back," he said.
"Can't. Stand aside?"
"Can't."
"So it's like that?" I said.
Fix exhaled. Then he nodded. "Yeah."
And for the first time in a decade the Winter Knight and Summer Knight went to war.
Jim Butcher
#46. June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.
Truman Capote
#47. On a winter night I hear the Easter bell:
I knock on graves and quicken the dead,
Until at last in a grave I see - myself.
(Winter Sonnets: XI)
Vyacheslav Ivanov
#48. Before the bud swells, before the grass springs, before the plough is started, comes the sugar harvest. It is sequel of the bitter frost; a sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter.
John Burroughs
#49. I am giving this winter two courses of lectures to three students, of which one is only moderately prepared, the other less than moderately, and the third lacks both preparation and ability. Such are the onera of a mathematical profession.
Carl Friedrich Gauss
#50. In the sheltered heart of the clumps last year's foliage still clings to the lower branches, tatters of orange that mutter with the passage of the wind, the talk of old women warning the green generation of what they, too, must come to when the sap runs back.
Jacquetta Hawkes
#51. Oh, dear child, happiness is a garden, but one has to plant the seed and endure the cold winter.
Zohreh Ghahremani
#52. We go on dating from Cold Fridays and Great Snows; but a little colder Friday, or greater snow would put a period to man's existence on the globe.
Henry David Thoreau
#53. Only in winter can you tell which trees are truly green. Only when the winds of adversity blow can you tell whether an individual or a country has steadfastness.
John F. Kennedy
#54. During a warm winter rain ... the basins of her collarbones collected water.
Jeffrey Eugenides
#55. In the winter time the temperature falls well below the legal minimum.
Douglas Adams
#56. That's kind of the weird thing that M. Night Shyamalan has sort of unleashed upon the world is this need for every movie to have these ridiculous endings.
Alex Winter
#57. When you tell the children tales of the Baba Yaga on a cold winter's night, you might remember to mention that whether or not the witch is wicked often depends on who is telling the story.
Deborah Blake
#58. I lived in a place where the weather holds a grudge against humans. Winter in Chicago is winter defined (..)
Royce Prouty
#59. J. Edgar Hoover very famously denied the existence of organized crime up until the Appalachian Meeting, I think, in 1957. It was interesting to me that he clearly had to know that there was such a thing as organized crime and organized criminals as far back as the '20s.
Terence Winter
#60. Birds are flyin' south for winter. Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north, Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin', Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth. He says, It's not that I like ice Or freezin' winds and snowy ground. It's just sometimes it's kind of nice To be the only bird in town.
Shel Silverstein
#61. You will, I trust, resemble a forest plant, which has indeed, by some accident, been brought up in the greenhouse, and thus rendered delicate and effeminate, but which regains its native firmness and tenacity, when exposed for a season to the winter air.
Walter Scott
#62. When did you get that?"
"The shirt? At Macy's. Winter sale.
Cassandra Clare
#63. I think there's something charming about incorporating summer clothes into winter, like pairing a summery skirt with a massive sweater. I'm also really into layering during the winter!
Debby Ryan
#64. Winter noon is on the rise. Weak suns yet alive
are as virtue to suns of that other day.
For the poor town dreams
of surrender, mother
never untender,
mother gallant
and gay.
Anne Carson
#65. Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer by this sun of York.
William Shakespeare
#66. The Winter Soldier (Sebastian Stan) has done things that are far more heinous than anything Grant Ward has ever done as far as we know, and yet, at the end of the movie, you're rooting for him to come back on the side of the angels,
Jeph Loeb
#67. The indescribable innocence of and beneficence of Nature,-of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter,-such health, such cheer, they afford forever!
Henry David Thoreau
#68. The definition of a true friend is not someone who swoops in when you're going through a rough patch. True friendship is when someone can appreciate your happiness - celebrate your happiness, even when she's not necessarily happy herself.
Sarah Jio
#69. For a few unfortunate kids, winter did not spell the end of the school year. There were the so-called voluntary winter courses. No kid I knew ever volunteered to go to these classes; parents, of course, did the volunteering for them.
Khaled Hosseini
#70. To see a hillside white with dogwood bloom is to know a particular ecstasy of beauty, but to walk the gray Winter woods and find the buds which will resurrect that beauty in another May is to partake of continuity.
Hal Borland
#71. It is the food that keeps my army content. As the great Corsican once said, "An army marches on its stomach." Then again, he didn't fare so well in the winter.
Pierce Brown
#72. There had only ever been two roads home: there was the long road and there was the sea road, and tonight I would take the sea road.
Clara Winter
#73. I have to absorb the new season like sunlight, letting it turn my winter skin pink and then brown. I must stuff myself with lore and statistics until my fingers ooze balm.
W.P. Kinsella
#74. The harshest winter finds an invincible summer in us.
Albert Camus
#75. My closet is pretty organized, I'm proud to say. It's set up by type of clothes and then by color. And then, of course, there's the rotating from spring/summer to fall/winter.
Behati Prinsloo
#76. The seals that hold back night shall weaken, and in the heart of winter shall winter's heart be born amid the wailing of lamentations and the gnashing of teeth, for winter's heart shall ride a black horse, and the name of it is Death.
-from The Karaethon Cycle: The Prophecies of the Dragon
Robert Jordan
#77. Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you.
E.P. Roe
#78. 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
#79. 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
#80. Green is the soul of Spring. Summer may be dappled with yellow, Autumn with orange and Winter with white but Spring is drenched with the colour green.
Paul F. Kortepeter
#81. The first peaches of spring - the first peaches! Buy, eat, purge your bowels of the poisons of winter!
Pearl S. Buck
#82. Critics who do the weekly recap, I find that kind of absurd. That's like reviewing chapters in a novel.
Terence Winter
#83. The seasons split at the seams: spring, summer, fall and winter. I've always pictured them as giant sacks filled with air and color and smell. When it's time for one season to be over, the next seasons splits open and pours over the world, drowning its tired and waning predecessor with its strength.
Tarryn Fisher
#84. No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array,
But winter lingering chills the lap of May;
No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast,
But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest.
Oliver Goldsmith
#85. The winter street is a salt cave. The snow has stopped falling and it's very cold. The cold is spectacular, penetrating. The street has been silenced, a theatre of whiteness, drifts like frozen waves. Crystals glisten under the streetlights.
Anne Michaels
#86. 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
#87. 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
#88. In this summer heat, I must remember that the realest things are the closest and farthest away, like the warmth found in winter: the heat hidden in the folds of one's coat, a lost floating breath, a kiss across the distance of zero degrees.
Meia Geddes
#89. 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
#90. Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.
L.M. Montgomery
#91. Luckily, I discovered ice skating when I was eight and a half years old. There were two wonderful ponds within walking distance of my house. After all the physical activity the summer provided, I craved movement in the cold of winter. I had no skates, so Mom stuffed socks into my brother's old ones.
Dorothy Hamill
#92. When a philosopher wants high ceilings, he goes outside'. He doesn't buy an oversize house that requires massive amounts of dwindling resources to heat in the winter
Chad Harbach
#93. Look at this. A barstool, named Sven? Some old Swedish custom, the winter kicks in, weather gets harsh, after a while you find yourself relating to the furniture in ways you didn't expect?
Thomas Pynchon
#94. Most volleyball players are made in the winter, spring and summer, for come fall, everyone practices equal time.
John Kessel
#95. The truth is Christmas evolved from the Roman holiday Saturnalia, a winter festival where men gave gifts to each other. They also would get drunk, have sex with each other and beat their wives
Huey Freeman The Boondocks
#96. But think of me fondly right till the end. Think of me always as your brother's friend. Think of me whenever you see an Amrood tree. Think of me on cold winter nights.'
('Left from Dhakeshwari')
Kunal Sen
#97. One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow
Wallace Stevens
#99. But what would interest you about the brook,
It's always cold in summer, warm in winter.
Robert Frost
#100. We were, fair queen, /
Two lads that thought there was no more behind /
But such a day to-morrow as to-day, /
And to be boy eternal.
William Shakespeare
