Top 100 Winter S Quotes
#1. 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
#2. My gut feeling says he needs a second chance. Like we all do." WINTER'S PAST
Mary E. Hanks
#3. With wings like clear ice, the purple-black fairy flew down and pressed her tiny lips to Ilyenna's. Suddenly, the cold embraced her like an old friend. She felt as if winter's secrets were hidden somewhere deep inside her, waiting to be discovered.
Amber Argyle
#4. For history is a pattern Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel History is now and England.
T. S. Eliot
#6. In 'Winter's Bone,' it's literally the director and the camera operator. That's it. Just a super-small Kubrick crew. You know what I mean? Like, 8 people.
Bill Hader
#7. You are my song, my dark blue dream
Of doves, of winter's drowsy drone,
And sleighs that slow and golden go
Through gray blue shadows on the snow.
Velimir Khlebnikov
#8. I wrote a great deal of a novel, 'Winter's Tale,' on the roof of a Brooklyn Heights tenement on Henry Street. I was a technical climber, and now and then I would put down my manuscript and get up to walk along parapets and climb walls and chimneys.
Mark Helprin
#9. After a winter's gestation in its eggshell of ice, the valley had beaked its way out into the open, moist and yellow.
Salman Rushdie
#10. Taking inspiration from a tree: her roots provide nutrients, they are sheltered from autumn's bluster and winter's frost. It is only when the heated light of spring has called to her and the kiss of summer has loved her, that a tree bears her fruit for all to see.
Eva
#11. O brief, bright smile of summer! O days divine and dear The voices of winter's sorrow Already we can hear. And we know that the frosts will find us, And the smiling skies grow rude, While we look in the face of Beauty, And worship her every mood.
Celia Thaxter
#12. All that winter's day and far into the night the kings twisted and squirmed, but Merlin held them in his iron grasp and would not let go. He became first a rock, and then a mountain in Arthur's defence. Arthur stood equally unmoved. No power on earth could have prevailed against them ...
Stephen R. Lawhead
#13. Tis now the twenty-third of march,
And this warm sun takes out the starch
Of winter's pinafore -
Methinks The Very pasture gladly drinks
A health to spring, and while it sips
It faintly smacks a myriad lips.
Henry David Thoreau
#14. Iced tea! Nothing is half so refreshing as a glass of black tea piled high with ice! More than a quencher of thirst, it is a tamer of tempers, a lifter of lethargy, and a brightener of smiles. It is a taste of Winter's chill, magically trapped in midsummer's glass.
Paul F. Kortepeter
#15. I remember being inspired myself when smaller films, whether it's 'Beasts' or 'Winter's Bone,' wound up in the Oscars lineup.
Damien Chazelle
#16. 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
#17. Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
Oh, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!
William Shakespeare
#18. I know the Pollock novel. Read it last year and liked it. Daniel Woodrell is awesome. I especially like the book Winter's Bone, and the film made from it. Larry Brown is terrific, all his work, but for me Joe in particular, also a good film, but a much better novel.
Joe R. Lansdale
#19. The hearts that love will know never winter's frost and chill. Summer's warmth is in them still.
Eben E. Rexford
#20. 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
#21. 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
#22. Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.
Virginia Woolf
#23. Peaches grow wild, and pigs can live in clover;
A barrel of salted herrings lasts a year;
The spring begins before the winter's over.
Elinor Wylie
#24. The Hero cares not for a wild winter's storm. For it carries him swift on the back of the storm. All may be lost and our hearts may be worn, but a Hero fights forever.
Cressida Cowell
#25. I'm Hannah's daughter. I'm Winter's conduit. I'm a warrior, a soldier, a lady, a queen, and most of all, as I plunge across the snowfield toward Jannuari's silent ruin, I'm Meira.
Sara Raasch
#26. I've bumped into at least three people in town who all insist 'Winter's Bone' is about them.
Daniel Woodrell
#27. The boys were going to a place that none had ever been before, to serve an order that had been the enemy of their kith and kin for thousands of years, yet Jon saw no tears, heard no wailing mothers. These are winter's people, [ ... ] tears freeze upon your cheeks where they come from.
George R R Martin
#28. Flurries early, pristine and pearly. Winter's come calling! Can we endure so premature a falling? Some may find this trend distressing- others bend to say a blessing over sage and onion dressing.
Old Farmer's Almanac
#29. Had the facial plumage been of a paler hue it would have looked like a pile of horse crap on a winter's day.
St John Morris
#30. The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
Ebenezer Elliott
#31. With women, the best part is the discovery. There's nothing like the first time, nothing. You don't know what life is until you undress a woman for the first time. A button at a time, like peeling a hot sweet potato on a winter's night.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
#32. Let my soul, a shining tree, Silver branches lift towards thee, Where on a hallowed winter's night The clear-eyed angels may alight.
Siegfried Sassoon
#33. Winter's notion of poetry is tragedy. It knows nothing of comedy. Its laughter was frozen on its lips long ago.
William Alfred Quayle
#34. MIDWINTER IS THE DREARIEST of the year. Days are short, nights are long, and both are cold and wet with no immediate prospect of relief. Winter's Tail is what the old wives call it, dragging filth at winter's ass.
Ellen Kushner
#35. When darkness comes and eats the light,
bury your fears on sorry night.
Because in the winter's darkest hours,
comes the feasting of the Vours.
You cannot see it, the life they stole.
Your body's there, but not your soul.
Simon Holt
#36. I don't have a dayjob or anything. And then, winter's [makes it] hard to do anything.
Spencer Krug
#37. When dark creeps in and eats the light,
Bury your fears on Sorry Night.
For in the winter's blackest hours,
Comes the feasting of the Vours,
No one can see it, the life they stole,
Your body's here but not your soul ...
Simon Holt
#38. A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.
William Shakespeare
#39. 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
#40. Glory muttered, staring over Winter's shoulder at the corpse. Clouds
Tui T. Sutherland
#41. The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold ... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.
Johnny Mercer
#42. In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages, long ago betid
William Shakespeare
#43. 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
#44. We go, in winter's biting wind, On many a short-lived winter day, With aching back but willing mind To dig and double dig the clay.
Ruth Pitter
#45. In November, at winter's gate, the stars are brittle. The sun is a sometime friend. And the world has tucked her children in, with a kiss on their heads, till spring.
Cynthia Rylant
#46. 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
#47. The Snow-drop, Winter's timid child,
Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears.
Mary Robinson
#49. Don't you like when the winter's gone,
And all of a sudden it starts gettin' warm?
The trees and the grass start lookin' fresh,
And the sun and sky be lookin' their best ...
Biz Markie
#50. 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
#51. 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
#52. Here's flowers for you; hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold. The Winter's Tale, Act 4, Sc.4
William Shakespeare
#53. Now is the month of Maying,
When merry lads are playing.
Fa la la ...
Each with his bonny lass,
upon the greeny grass.
Fa la la ...
The Spring clad all in gladness,
Doth laugh at winter's sadness.
Fa la la ...
Thomas Morley
#54. My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue!), A horrid chasm disclosed.
John Phillips
#55. My first real acting gig was probably playing Mamillius in my mother's 'Winter's Tale.' My mom and dad are both in theater, so I grew up acting and being a little theater brat as well.
Logan Marshall-Green
#56. Winter's hard-packed snow Cedes to the fruitful summer; stubborn night At last removes, for day's white steeds to shine. The dread blast of the gale slackens and gives Peace to the sounding sea; and Sleep, strong jailer, In time yields up his captive. Shall not I Learn place and wisdom?
Michael K. Kellogg
#57. Look round and round upon this bare bleak plain, and see even here, upon a winter's day, how beautiful the shadows are! Alas! It is the nature of their kind to be so. The loveliest things in life ... are but shadows; and they come and go, and change and fade away, as rapidly as these.
Charles Dickens
#58. Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking little girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the big thoroughfares.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
#59. 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
#60. But the constant motion of the flames soon lulled him into a passive state where unrelated fragments of thoughts, sounds, images, and emotions drifted through him like snowflakes falling from a calm winter's sky.
Christopher Paolini
#61. I believe in process. I believe in four seasons. I believe that winter's tough, but spring's coming. I believe that there's a growing season. And I think that you realize that in life, you grow. You get better.
Steve Southerland
#62. 'The Merchant of Venice' is a straightforward, clear story, while 'The Winter's Tale,' as a general rule, is hard to present because there is so much plot.
Jesse L. Martin
#63. Pleasant is a rainy winter's day, within doors! The best study for such a day, or the best amusement,
call it which you will,
is a book ...
Nathaniel Hawthorne
#64. Winter's here, and you feel lousy: You're coughing and sneezing; your muscles ache; your nose is an active mucus volcano. These symptoms
so familiar at this time of year
can mean only one thing: Tiny fanged snails are eating your brain.
Dave Barry
#65. 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
#66. Fashion is that horrid little man with an evil eye who tells you that your last winter's coat may be in perfect physical condition, but you can't wear it. You can't wear it because it has a belt and this year 'we are not showing belts.
Elizabeth Hawes
#67. We are the desert winter's breath, cold and hopeless
Paul Pedroza
#69. But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange and red, and red and orange and yellow, like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter's evening. I remember them.
Neil Gaiman
#70. The perfect winter's night for me would be with all the family together. As you get a little older and everybody has their jobs and then families and kids, it definitely becomes harder to get everybody together at once.
Charles Kelley
#71. Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.
William Shakespeare
#72. We Californians can watch the Weather Channel for images of winter's brutality unleashed upon our fellow Americans and thank our lucky stars we don't have to contend with it.
Henry Rollins
#73. You daughter is prudish?" There was a gleam of triumph in Helena Winter's face. Fee grimaced. Prudish? No, not that she could claim. Far too mild a word for what she felt.
Mary Brock Jones
#74. Cold. Winter's still got its teeth in us." "Thanks. I know it's
Nora Roberts
#75. 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
#76. So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#77. 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
#78. When the hounds of Spring are on winter's traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
Fills the shadows and windy places
With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
#80. 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
#82. Winter's done, and April's in the skies,
Earth, look up with laughter in your eyes!
Charles G.D. Roberts
#83. December drops no weak, relenting tear, By our fond summer sympathies ensnared; Nor from the perfect circle of the year Can even winter's crystal gems be spared.
Christopher Pearse Cranch
#84. Our gods were fallen faster,
and fallen larger.
The day was duller, duller
was disaster. Our charge was error.
Instead of leader we had louder,
instead of lover, never. And over this river
broke the winter's black weather.
Catherine Wing
#85. For watching sports, I tend to drink Guinness; early evenings always begin well with a Grey Goose and tonic with plenty of lime; and on a cold winter's night, there's nothing quite like a glass of Black Maple Hill ... an absolute peach of a bourbon.
Martin Bashir
#86. Ireland, in breadth, and for wholesomeness and serenity of climate, far surpasses Britain; for the snow scarcely ever lies there above three days: no man makes hay in the summer for winter's provision, or builds stables for his beasts of burden ... the island abounds in milk and honey.
Venerable Bede
#87. A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks besides you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter's drawing near. His head is within our hand in his old way.
Mary Carolyn Davies
#88. Hail Ostara, white-clad maiden. Snow and ice melt at your gaze, flowers bloom with each soft step. We who late have longed for spring-time, we welcome you at winter's end. I praise you now, O bright Ostara: Earth's cold cover send from here!
Hester Butler-Ehle
#89. 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
#90. Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?
William Shakespeare
#91. 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
#92. 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
#93. What I am trying to achieve is a voice sitting by a fireplace telling you a story on a winter's evening.
Truman Capote
#94. Jacin. The name brought sunshine and blood and kisses and growls rising to Winter's skin.
Marissa Meyer
#95. A song
Like a window of glass on a winter's day
That shuts in your warmth
And lets the coldness fall, free
Eesha Kumar
#97. The trees down the boulevard stand naked in thought,
Their abundant summery wordage silenced, caught
In the grim undertow; naked the trees confront
Implacable winter's long, cross-questioning brunt.
D.H. Lawrence
#98. A song she heard
Of cold that gathers
Like winter's tongue
Among the shadows
It rose like blackness
In the sky
That on volcano's
Vomit rise
A Stone of ruin
From burn to chill
Like black moonrise
Her voice fell still ...
Robert Fanney
#100. The short winter's day was drawing to a close. It seems to me sometimes that these are the only days I have ever known, and especially that most charming moment of all, just before night
wipes them out.
Samuel Beckett
