Winter Dreams Quotes

#1. Again the blackbirds sings; the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, And tremble in the April showers The tassels of the maple flowers.

John Greenleaf Whittier

#2. You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams

Kahlil Gibran

#3. She and Marie were Montreal girls, not trained to accompany heroes, or to hold out for dreams, but just to be patient.

Mavis Gallant

#4. The Winter we know has always been one of our own creation, a kingdom built on dreams. So you're right, Feige. We're all Children of the Thaw. Our own hybrid of the past and the future.

Sara Raasch

#5. Hair is gray and the firers are burning. So many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be proud of me. I always wanted that myself.

Tori Amos

#6. 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

#7. I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.

Shannon L. Alder

#8. We see people in the Middle East begin to have dreams of new Ottoman Empire where everyone will be subjected to some of what we've seen happen in those countries where we helped bring about an Arab Spring that's turned into a Winter Nightmare.

Louie Gohmert

#9. In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.

Ben Aaronovitch

#10. Lake of the Woods is asleep for the winter, but it is dreaming. Marie feels that she can hear the dreams of the lake running through the ice, like thoughts in a language we don't know.

Richard Preston

#11. Dreams, and predictions of astrology ... ought to serve but for winter talk by the fireside.

Francis Bacon

#12. [Olga's dreams of happiness:] Get married, always live in the countryside winter and summer, see only good people, no one official.

Helen Azar

#13. ... my books are derived from city images, and the city of my dreams or nightmares is Mexico City. (The Art of Fiction, No. 68. The Paris Review, No. 82, Winter 1981.)

Carlos Fuentes

#14. She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.

L.M. Montgomery

#15. It was a curious day, slashed abruptly with fleeting, familiar impressions.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#16. As surely as spring followed winter, new life followed death, fighting for its place on the earth. Let man do his worst, yet still the tentative shoots of faith and hope sprouted the ruins of shattered lives and broken dreams. Resurrection was real, after all.

J.M. Hochstetler

#17. 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

#18. 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

#19. 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