No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
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.
Even in winter it shall be green in my heart.
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible 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.
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
Winter is not a season, it's a celebration.
What fire could ever equal the sunshine of a winter's day?
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.
Even in winter, the cold isn't always bitter, and not every day is cruel.
Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.
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