I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.
Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
Antisthenes says that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.
If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.
In winter the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.
I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
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.
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.
One of my current pet theories is that the winter is a kind of evangelist, more subtle than Billy Graham, of course, but of the same stuff.
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.
I was just thinking, if it is really religion with these nudist colonies, they sure must turn atheists in the wintertime.
Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
There are two seasons in Scotland: June and Winter.
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