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.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Now is the winter of our discontent.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.
Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
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.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
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.
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.
Nothing burns like the cold.
There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.
There are only two seasons - winter and Baseball.
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