Winter Quotes

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

And for the season it was winter, and they that know the winters of that country know them to be sharp and violent, and subject to cruel and fierce storms.

The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.

There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes--

Every mile is two in winter.

Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay-- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

When you live in Texas, every single time you see snow it’s magical.

When there's snow on the ground, I like to pretend I'm walking on clouds.

Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.

Under the greenwood tree who loves to lie with me ... Here shall he see no enemy but winter and rough weather.

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.

Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.

One kind word can warm three winter months.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind,
As man's ingratitude.

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.