Top 100 Winter Heart Quotes
#1. The only thing I've been concerned about is whether I could grow my heart thing enough to protect me from the harsh western Canadian winter.
Sean Avery
#2. Pale winter sun
Is beatin' the ground
Why'm I throwin' away
The best thing that I've found
My young heart's in tatters and I'm sure
That it will be a long time healing
It's so hard to see what I'm doing this for
When loneliness is all that I'm feeling
David Gray
#3. 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
#4. You are the only warmth in my heart. The only sunshine my winter has ever known. (Talon)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#5. 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
#6. Well, quite softly, one day following another, a spring on a winter, and an autumn after a summer, this wore away, piece by piece, crumb by crumb; it passed away, it is gone, I should say it has sunk; for something always remains at the bottom as one would say - a weight here, at one's heart.
Gustave Flaubert
#7. If ever I was meant to love, my heart would beat for you,"
Need not the Raven say to Crow beneath the winter's howl.
Excerpt from "The Raven and The Crow
Angela B. Chrysler
#8. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Walter Raleigh
#9. I promised myself that I would talk to her before the summer was over, but schools reopened, the leaves reddened, yellowed, and fell, the rains of winter swept in and wakened Baba's joints, baby leaves sprouted once more, and I still hadn't had the heart, the dil, to even look her in the eye.
Khaled Hosseini
#10. Our lives are at once ordinary and mythical. At the same instant we have these magnificent hearts that pump through all sorrow and all winters we are alive on the earth.
Natalie Goldberg
#11. There is nothing more terrible than a spurned faery queen, particularly if you defy her a second time. I escaped the Winter Court with my life intact, but just barely, and I won't be returning anytime soon. My loyalty - and my heart - belongs to another queen now.
Julie Kagawa
#12. 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
#13. The warmth of my love will transform winter into spring and adorn you with floral blooms of my heart.
Debasish Mridha
#14. Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters.
Arsene Houssaye
#15. January is the despairing heart of the Scottish winter
Denise Mina
#16. I think of Winter, of her smile, her eyes, her arms wrapped around me, and I know where home is. It's wherever she is, and right now she is too far away. My heart has escaped my body and is walking Paris without me.
Kimberly Kinrade
#17. But these thoughts broke apart in his head and were replaced by strange fragments: This is my soul and the world unwinding, this is my heart in the still winter air.
Emily St. John Mandel
#18. It's so hard to think in winter. The world seems confined in the space of your heart; you can't see beyond yourself.
Patricia A. McKillip
#19. She understood his eyes, colder than winter's heart. A man who knew he was dead and couldn't make himself care; you are spared that. Mashiara. His lost love.
Robert Jordan
#20. A man with a warm heart is no different than a warm house in the middle of a bitter winter!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#21. Two evils, monstrous either one apart, Possessed me, and were long and loath at going: A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart, And in the wood the furious winter blowing.
John Crowe Ransom
#22. And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winter of your grief.
Kahlil Gibran
#23. Bergman made countless masterpieces, but for one reason or another, 'Winter Light' stays closest to my heart.
Jake Paltrow
#24. Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.
Victor Hugo
#25. A heart as blue as a Companion's eyes, or the color of the clear winter sky.
Anonymous
#26. The hearts that love will know never winter's frost and chill. Summer's warmth is in them still.
Eben E. Rexford
#27. I don't know exactly what life has in store for me, but my travels have helped me formulate a better idea of my immediate next move. Europe is where my heart lies, now; here in Paris, at a gallery or museum, or possibly Rome, where Alexander took me last winter.
Pippa Croft
#28. Oh, yes. I've known kisses so narcotic they made my eyes roll back in my head. For a few weeks one winter I walked around feeling like I had a miniature sun in my heart.
Tim Kreider
#31. And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#32. Book 5, Vision of the Griffin's Heart is coming Winter 2015.
L.R.W. Lee
#33. If winter should say, 'Spring is in my heart,' who would believe winter?
Khalil Gibran
#34. I don't raise my head. I can't. If he looks me in the eyes he'll be able to tell I'm breaking down. My soul is shattering into a million pieces and my heart no longer feels any love for this world I'm breathing in. How can it? This is a devils act. I'm living in hell.- Winter
Crystal Spears
#35. Moss is selected to be the emblem of maternal love, because, like that love, it glads the heart when the winter of adversity overtakes us, and when summer friends have deserted us.
Henrietta Dumont
#36. A good ride in the winter is something you quietly put adjacent to your heart; an unspoken victory filed away for times of weakness and need, to be pulled out when you require a reminder of what you are capable of.
Tom Babin
#37. Nature is full of freaks, and now puts an old head on young shoulders, and then takes a young heart heating under fourscore winters.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#38. Winter is on the road to spring. Some think it a surly road. I do not. A primrose road to spring were not as engaging to my heart as a frozen icicled craggy way angered over by strong winds that never take the iron trumpets from their lips.
William Alfred Quayle
#39. But i would love to write something, maybe a book. I want to travel to a small town someday - one with fir trees and snowcapped mountains. Than I would spend an entire winter writing to my heart's content.
Lang Leav
#40. To enjoy and appreciate the beauty of a dazzling spring, I save winter in my warm heart.
Debasish Mridha
#41. I am yours to command, my queen," he whispered, making my heart clench in complete, helpless love. "I will obey, even if you order me to cut out my own heart. Even if you order me to the hell that is the Winter Court Elysium.
Julie Kagawa
#42. I wish for my child to have a mind as stark and wild as the winter, a spirit as clear and fine as my window, and a heart as red and open as my wounded hand.
Catherynne M Valente
#43. Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.
Gustave Flaubert
#44. In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts ...
Henry David Thoreau
#45. But loss is a precious stone to me, a nectar Distilled in time, preaching the truth of winter To the fallen heart that does not cease to fall.
James K. Baxter
#46. Hello winter! My heart is warm and ready to enjoy your cool loving touch of beauty and splendor.
Debasish Mridha
#47. All day the darkness and the cold
Upon my heart have lain
Like shadows on the winter sky
Like frost upon the pane
John Greenleaf Whittier
#48. Winter changes the water of heaven and the heart of man into a stone.
Victor Hugo
#49. in the heart's rain
in the eye's fog
in the winter's smoky snow
in whirling snow
in storms
wind which wants to tear my coat off
legends stories
the blood red dawn of the mind
the warm spring between your thighs
the only haven
Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa
#50. Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were
behind you, like the winter that has just gone by.
For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter
that only by wintering through it will your heart survive.
Rainer Maria Rilke
#51. It is deep winter with shivering cold air, but my heart is dancing with joy and spring flowers.
Debasish Mridha
#52. 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
#53. No: she is one of us, and what she said and did on that April evening was, like the warm sunlit sky, enough: for me, for the end of winter, for the infinite possibilities of the human heart.
Andre Dubus
#54. The winter's frost must rend the burr of the nut before the fruit is seen. So adversity tempers the human heart, to discover its real worth.
Honore De Balzac
#55. As in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow,Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near,A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear.
Robert Southwell
#56. An easy thing, O Power Divine, To thank thee for these gifts of Thine, For summer's sunshine, winter's snow, For hearts that kindle thoughts that glow ...
Thomas Wentworth Higginson
#57. Why did I become a writer? A bird's feather on my windowpane in winter and all at once there arose in my heart a battle of embers never to subside again.
Rene Char
#58. The winter moon becomes a companion, the heart of the priest, sunk in meditation upon religion and philosophy, there in the mountain hall, is engaged in a delicate interplay and exchange with the moon; and it is this of which the poet sings.
Yasunari Kawabata
#59. Since you went the sun refuses to shine The sky joins me in weeping for your absence All our pleasure is gone with you ... Silence reigns everywhere ... Oh come back! Already the shepherds and their flocks call for you! Come back soon, or it will be winter in May.
Jakob Michael Reinhold Lenz
#60. 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
#61. Then the heart of Eowyn changed, or else at last she understood it. And suddenly her winter past, and the sun shone on her.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#62. When the sun goes down, it is very cold and then I easily start crying because the winter moon pierces my heart
The Smile of Winter
Angela Carter
#63. Wait," said Winter as Scarlet nudged the podship forward. Scarlet's heart dropped. "What?" she said, scanning the port for a thaumaturge, a guard, a threat. Winter reached over and pulled the pilot's harness over Scarlet's head. "Safety first, Scarlet-friend. We are fragile things.
Marissa Meyer
#64. For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it will your heart survive.
- Rilke
Maggie Stiefvater
#65. Friendship that flows from the heart cannot be frozen by adversity, as the water that flows from the spring cannogt congeal in winter.
James F. Cooper
#66. 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
#67. His skin like grey bark, his eyes pale as a winter pool, time and age had worn my father to the bone. In our youth, he'd been a strict master lording over my lessons while tender with the flower of his heart, my sister Anabine. Ana, the lovely, blooming jewel. Zyndel, she of clever wit.
Jamie Wyman
#68. She enjoys rain for its wetness, winter for its cold, summer for its heat. She loves rainbows as much for fading as for their brilliance. It is easy for her, she opens her heart and accepts everything.
Morgan Llywelyn
#69. This is my soul and the world unwinding, this is my heart in the still winter air. Finally whispering the same two words over and over: "Keep walking. Keep walking. Keep walking.
Emily St. John Mandel
#70. He picked her up and sank onto the warm oven-bench with her in his arms. He was gentle. His breath was the winter wind, but his flesh was warm, and his heart beat under her hand.
Katherine Arden
#71. Celia
Celia, we know, is sixty-five,
Yet Celia's face is seventeen;
Thus winter in her breast must live,
While summer in her face is seen.
How cruel Celia's fate, who hence
Our heart's devotion cannot try;
Too pretty for our reverence,
Too ancient for our gallantry!
Alexander Pope
#72. A white cloth falls on your heart; How beautiful you are - The winter loves us, because only lovers have a pure heart.
Kristian Goldmund Aumann
#73. How did writing come to me? Like bird's down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended.
Rene Char
#74. Deep in December
it's nice to remember
without a hurt
the heart is hollow.
Tom Jones
#75. 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
#76. In the deep shivering winter, I can feel the joy of a dancing summer in my heart.
Debasish Mridha
#77. 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
#78. All this holiday cheer
Heaven knows where it goes
But it returns every year
And though this winter does nothing but storm
The joy in my heart is ablaze and it's keeping me warm!
Owl City
#79. Your hair is winter fire
January embers
My heart burns there, too.
Stephen King
#80. I should be glad of loneliness And hours that go on broken wings,A thirsty body, a tired heart And the unchanging ache of things,If I could make a single song As lovely and as full of light,As hushed and brief as a falling star On a winter night.
Sara Teasdale
#81. I am anger reborn and frustration unjustified. I am brutal hate and cold, dead winter. I am turning, tumbling in despair and there is no light, no warmth, no world, no heart.
Karina Halle
#82. At least until there are new lakes in the clouds that open upon living cities as yet unknown, and perhaps forever, that is a question which you must answer within your own heart.
Mark Helprin
#83. But still, sometimes, in the heart of winter when the light outside seemed yellow- sleepy, like a cat curled up on a sofa ...
Stephen King
#84. The snow again. White, white net of beauty, net of dream, trapping the earth, trapping the helpless heart of life ...
Martha Ostenso
#85. The bare knowledge of God's will is inefficacious, it doth not better the heart. Knowledge alone is like a winter sun, which hath no heat or influence; it doth not warm the affections, or purify the conscience. Judas was a great luminary, he knew God's will, but he was a traitor.
Thomas Watson
#86. On the way out of the bathroom, he stopped to put the toilet seat down. You're going to break my heart, Ford Winter, she thought.
Michele Jaffe
#87. The most racket time of the year for those that don't know, is the warmest of the four seasons and the winter as it is so cold and felt in your heart.
Auliq Ice
#88. The summer lasted a long long time, like verse after verse of a ballad, but when it ended, it ended like a man falling dead in the street of heart trouble. One night, all in one night, severe winter came, a white horse of snow rolling over Bountiful, snorting and rolling in its meadows, its fields.
Ardyth Kennelly
#89. 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
#90. Honest Winter, snow-clad, and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; But that long deferment of the calendar's promise, that weeping gloom of March and April, that bitter blast outraging the honour of May how often has it robbed me of heart and hope?
George Gissing
#91. My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didn't show too much.
Gabrielle Zevin
#92. Spring can still be felt
even if you lay under the bed
Frozen heart can melt
in coldness when wintry love misled
Munia Khan
#93. She belongs to the winter that is past, to the darkness that is over, and has no part or lot in the life I shall lead for the next six months. Oh, I could dance and sing for joy that the spring is here! What a ressurection of beauty there is in my garden, and of brightest hope in my heart.
Elizabeth Von Arnim
#94. WINTERS WERE TOUGH in the Midwest, then and now. I never liked winter. And I hate snow. It's white, but it darkens your heart.
Clara Cannucciari
#95. SPRING In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a smiling dawn. SP-ST-57
Kahlil Gibran
#96. Look not at the face, young girl, look at the heart. The heart of a handsome young
man is often deformed. There are hearts in which love does not keep. Young girl, the
pine is not beautiful; it is not beautiful like the poplar, but it keeps its foliage in
winter.
Victor Hugo
#97. The wind's on the wold And the night is a-cold, And Thames runs chill Twixt mead and hill, But kind and dear Is the old house here, And my heart is warm Midst winter's harm ...
Bill Bryson
#98. An artist need not be a minister or a collector in church, but he must have a warm heart for people, and I find it a noble thing that, for example, no winter passed without The Graphic doing something to keep alive sympathy for the poor.
Vincent Van Gogh
#99. A healthy man, indeed, is the complement of the seasons, and in winter, summer is in his heart.
Henry David Thoreau
#100. I wanted to turn everything off, too. Just press a button - click - and shut myself down. Turn off my heart, turn off my mind, turn off my body - just lie there, senseless, like a dormant tree in winter, waiting for the spring to return.
Kevin Brooks
