Best 1 130 of Winter quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 18 Sep

Sanober Khan

some winters will never melt some summers will never freeze and some things will only ... live in poems.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Laurie Halse Anderson

Slush is frozen over. People say that winter lasts forever, but it's because they obsess over the thermometer. North in the mountains, the maple syrup is trickling. Brave geese punch through the thin ice left on the lake. Underground, pale seeds roll over in their sleep. Starting to get restless. Starting to dream green.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Willa Cather

Here, I felt, winter brought no desolation; it was tamed, like a polar bear led on a leash by a beautiful lady.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Lev Grossman

Now that he was teaching Quentin could see why the faculty didn't bother trying to improve the climate. It kept people amazingly focused. … You could actually watch as the determination to seize the moment and live life to the fullest ebbed right out of them, and they resigned themselves to lonely, silent, indoor study instead.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Frost

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Henrietta Newton Martin

My shivery acquaintance with the defiant shaft of the sun beaming brilliantly , one morning, with the smell of wintry air.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ralph Waldo Emerson

All things with which we deal preach to us. What is a farm but a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants, blight, rain, insects, sun,--it is a sacred emblem from the first furrow of spring to the last stack which the snow of winter overtakes in the fields.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Katherine Paterson

The last dregs of winter spoiling the taste of everything.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Cressida Cowell

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lee Dewyze

If youve ever lived in Chicago, anyone who has, they know what a winter in Chicago is like. To be going through a tough time here in the winter would be just be all the more worse.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Cornelia Funke

Go back and rid the word of that book. Fill it with words before spring comes, or winter will never end for you. And I will take not only your life for the Adderhead's but your daughter's, too, because she helped you bind the book. Do you undersand, Bluejay" Why two?" asked Mo hoarsely. "How can you ask for two lives in return for one?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Douglas Coupland

Canadian winters are long. Life is hard and so is ice.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Leigh Bardugo

She tilted her head back, breathing deeply. It was a stone gray day, the sea a bleak slate broken up by whitecaps, the sky pleated with thick ripples of cloud. A hard wind filled the sails, carrying the little boat over the waves. 'It feels good to be this kind of cold,' she murmured. 'This kind?' 'Wind in your hair, sea spray on your skin. The cold of the living.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Edith Wharton

They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods

By Anonym 18 Sep

Bai Juyi

RETURNING LATE ON THE ROAD FROM PINGQUAN ON WINTER’S DAY The mountain road is hard to travel, the sun now slanting down, In a misty village, a crow lands on a frosted tree. I'll not arrive before night falls, but that should not concern me, Once I've drunk three warm cups, I'll feel as if at home.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alice Munro

El invierno cae con dureza sobre el campo, se asienta en él como la capa de hielo de tres metros de profundidad hace miles de años. La gente vive envuelta en el invierno de un modo que los extraños no comprenden. Mantienen una actitud precavida, previsora, tranquila, animosa.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Marissa Meyer

You’re perfect,” he said, finishing his thought as if she hadn’t interrupted. “I don’t care if you see dead wolves and turn into a living ice sculpture when you’re having a bad day. I don’t care if I have an imprint of your teeth on my shoulder. I don’t care if you’re … fixed.” He spat the word like it tasted bad. “I want you to be safe and happy. That’s all.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Abbott Riccardi

Eating a meal in Japan is said to be a communion with nature. This particularly holds true for both tea and restaurant kaiseki, where foods at their peak of freshness reflect the seasonal spirit of that month. The seasonal spirit for November, for example, is "Beginning Anew," because according to the old Japanese lunar calendar, November marks the start of the new tea year. The spring tea leaves that had been placed in sealed jars to mature are ready to grind into tea. The foods used for a tea kaiseki should carry out this seasonal theme and be available locally, not flown in from some exotic locale. For December, the spirit is "Freshness and Cold." Thus, the colors of the guests' kimonos should be dark and subdued for winter, while the incense that permeates the tearoom after the meal should be rich and spicy. The scroll David chose to hang in the alcove during the tea kaiseki no doubt depicted winter, through either words or an ink drawing. As for the flowers that would replace the scroll for the tea ceremony, David likely would incorporate a branch of pine to create a subtle link with the pine needle-shaped piece of yuzu zest we had placed in the climactic dish. Both hinted at the winter season and coming of New Year's, one of David's underlying themes for the tea kaiseki. Some of the guests might never make the pine needle connection, but it was there to delight those who did.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Laz Alonso

I like speed, so I like taking the jet skis out and hitting the water, or hitting the lake. In the winter, unfortunately, I used to ski a lot but I haven't been able to ski in the past few years because thank God I've been working, so that's a good reason not to.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mark Helprin

Then, just at the peak of complacency, when it was assumed that the climate of the world had changed forever, when the conductor of the philharmonic played Vivaldi’s Four Seasons and left out an entire movement, and when to children of a young age stories of winter were told as if they were fairy tales, New York was hit by a cataclysmic freeze, and, once again, people huddled together to talk fearfully of the millennium.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Debasish Mridha

Change like a tree When it is winter Don’t complain or fear Just wait for the spring To bloom and sing

By Anonym 20 Sep

Gris Grimly

Winter, spring, and summer, passed away during my labours; but I did not watch the blossoms or the expanding leaves — sights which before always yielded me supreme delight, so deeply was I engrossed in my occupation.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Merrill Moore

Silence can always be broken by the sound
 Of footsteps walking over frozen ground In winter when the melancholy trees Stand abject and let their branches freeze

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

It was a curious day, slashed abruptly with fleeting, familiar impressions.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Angela Carter

Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart. The sun departs the sky in winding sheets of gaudy cloud; anguish enters the city, a sense of the bitterest regret, a nostalgia for things we never knew, anguish of the turn of the year, the time of impotent yearning, the inconsolable season.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Martha Ostenso

There was nothing so real on the prairie as winter, nothing so memorable.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lin Yutang

Since the invention of the flush toilet and the vacuum carpet cleaner, the modern man seems to judge a man's moral standards by his cleanliness, and thinks a dog the more highly civilized for having a weekly bath and a winter wrapper round his belly.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Neil Gaiman

The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air--a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Elinor Wylie

The icicles wreathing On trees in festoon Swing, swayed to our breathing: They’re made of the moon.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Black Elk

My friend, I am going to tell you the story of my life, as you wish; and if it were only the story of my life I think I would not tell it; for what is one man that he should make much of his winters, even when they bend him like a heavy snow?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Christopher Pearse Cranch

But now I rejoice when, in my winter studio, I can spread out my summer studies and recall through them the beautiful season and places which gave them being. Here the painter feels how small things may suggest the greater - the drop of water, image the firmament.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Marissa Meyer

As if the sky itself were listening, the dome overhead darkened, and three enormous screens lit up against the black backdrop. "People of Luna," said a feminine voice, "please give your full attention now to this mandatory broadcast, live from Artemisia Palace. The royal coronation ceremony is about to begin." A wicked grin pulled at Winter's lips. She stepped away from Jacin, faced the people, and raised her arms to her sides. "People of Luna," she said, echoing the broadcast and pulling the crowd's attention away from the dome, "please give your full attention now to the true heir to the Lunar throne, Princess Selene, live from your very own sector." Her eyes flashed as she swooped and arm toward Cinder. "Our revolution is about to begin.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Meagan Spooner

She remembered perching on the sill of her bedroom window with the pane opened a crack so she could let the winter in, and she remembered letting it sting her nose and wash over her until she was shivering and blue.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Debasish Mridha

Don't forget to enjoy the winter, but never give up hopes for the spring.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Craig Groeschel

You've never really know what it's like to trust God to provide for you today, because you've got today provided for. And probably tomorrow too. Maybe even into next winter, with all the food socked away in that extra freezer in the garage.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ellen Page

And I've shot in Prince Edward Island winters, I mean, I've shot in some intense, intense temperatures.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Karen Zirbes

Winter is a season we all wish to start and end soon.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sara Holland

He’s not,” I tell myself. The lie freezes in the winter air, falls to the ground like snow. I kick at it with the toe of my boot.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Bob Dylan

If not for you, winter wouldn't hold no spring, couldn't hear a robin sing. I just wouldn't have a clue, if not for you.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Rizki De

Love has different shape, like this falling snow in winter

By Anonym 19 Sep

Marissa Meyer

This is Winter," said Scarlet. "Princess Winter." Thorne guffawed and pushed a hand into his hair. "Are we running a boardinghouse for misplaced royalty around here, or what?

By Anonym 20 Sep

Conn Iggulden

Winter is our time. They shut up their cities for the cold months. They put their horses in stables and sit around great fires in enormous houses of stone. If you want a bearskin, do you attack in summer when it is strong and fast, or cut its throat as it sleeps?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Arsene Houssaye

Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sherwood Anderson

If our family was poor, of what did our poverty consist? If our clothes were torn the torn places only let in the sun and wind. In the winter we had no overcoats, but that only meant we ran rather than loitered.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Robert S. Hichens

It was a black and white day of frost, which crawled along the dark trees and outlined twig and branch. The air was misty, and distant objects assumed a mysterious importance. Slight sounds, too, suggested infinite activities to the mind. ("A Tribute Of Souls")

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahatma Gandhi

Begin with duties of a man and rights will follow as spring follows winter

By Anonym 19 Sep

Helen Bevington

The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Joyce Sidman

What Do the Trees Know? What do the trees know? To bend when all the wild winds blow. Roots are deep and time is slow. All we grasp we must let go. What do the trees know? Buds can weather ice and snow. Dark gives way to sunlight's glow. Strength and stillness help us grow.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Tom Babin

A good ride in the winter is something you quietly put adjacent to your heart; an unspoken victory filed away for times of weakness and need, to be pulled out when you require a reminder of what you are capable of.