Winter Quotes
490 quotes
"It was a cold night, so I got a fire going. I lit a scented candle."
"If I had no clothes it’d be winter. If I were naked, it’d be the truth and we could lie together."
"I drive as fast as four tire swings hanging from a tree branch in the middle of winter. I also make love with as much speed and rotation."
"There are only four times a year I love you: summer, fall, winter, and spring. I'll love you until the sun stops shining, until the clouds dissipate, when Mount Everest no longer has snow, and the flowers stop blooming.-Jarod Kintz and Karen Quan"
"I remember being surrounded by the heaven-sent scent of July pine in the Rockies, as you and I laughed and danced like the snow would never come. Now, as the snow covers everything, just like I in these sheets, I close my eyes, preparing myself to see you again, my summer queen.-Jarod Kintz and Tanzy Sayadi"
"I fall in love with you four times a year: winter, spring, summer, and fall. The leaves may change, but how I feel about you does not."
"I don't really know that this story has a whole lot of things happen in it. It doesn't really. It's just a record of how things were in my life during this last winter. I guess things happened, but nothing out of the ordinary."
"some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems."
"He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and dropped in a dollop of honey and cream. He sat by the window, cup in hand, watching the first snow fall. "I am," he sighed deeply, "contented as a clam. I am a most happy man."
"L.A. kills people.' Jacaranda said. 'You're lucky you're leaving. You'll be able to write.'She looked paler, going through another depression, smoking in bed in her lilac room. The walls were the color of her veins. She was getting too thin, even for the modeling. . .Jacaranda died last winter when the flowering trees were bare. You couldn't even tell which ones once cried the purple blossoms she named herself after."
"Everybody was dying, or already dead, or leaving other people, and the year was dying into winter, and the only thing to do was make some noise."
"Hello winter! My heart is warm and ready to enjoy your cool loving touch of beauty and splendor."
"In the deep shivering winter, I can feel the joy of a dancing summer in my heart."
"If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine."
"I fall asleepCall it deep while all is well be-Cause my life seems like a freestyle mean-While asleep on the couch I dream it's a written piece and nowThe symphony's soundingShouting out to these feet whose leaps feel foul but quite loudBut howI'm allowed to live my dreamsMy Chimeran team brings the Siberian breedRiding reality free 'til these tires they freezeIn mires in dire need of wires, fire and heat butI love a dark, hard cold heart in the wintery breeze"
"Trust is not a gasoline-soaked blanket that succumbs to the matches of betrayal, never able to be used for its warmth again; it’s a tapestry that wears thin in places, but can be patched over if you have the right materials, circumstances, and patience to repair it. If you don’t, you’re always the one who feels the coldest when winter comes."
"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."
Tom Babin, Frostbike: The Joy, Pain and Numbness of Winter Cycling
"Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake."
"You have food?" Winter scolded. "I thought you said you were hungry."I'm hungry for other things besides what I have," [Clover] argued."
"[Clover] secretly hitched a ride with a nice German couple and their new baby...Clover appeared to the baby, so as to be a delightful, soothing surprise. Well, the child did like Clover. In fact, she held him and cooed. When the parents turned around to look at her and saw their child holding a furry, living creature, they needlessly panicked."
"What was that you gave me to eat?" Winter panicked.A Filler Crisp," Clover said, his eyes seventy percent concerned and thirty percent mischievous."
"There are adventures of the spirit and one can travel in books and interest oneself in people and affairs. One need never be dull as long as one has friends to help, gardens to enjoy and books in the long winter evenings."
"A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things."
"Don't sell the warmer for an air conditioner just because its summer, for in winter, you will have to do the reverse."
"As the season changes, we learn to adapt."
"Sylvia Plath and I met a long time ago. A really long time ago. Was it a summer day? No! It was a wintry November morning!"
"My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever."
"She was perfectly sane in streets unknown. She loved conversing with people tagged as strangers. She was social, amiable & all that is her. Yet, with known people she felt unknown, she choked words and fought inside. And indeed she tripped insane while traversing those streets known. She stared at others and consumed their happiness through senses cold. And so she waits for Winter's warmth to touch her in streets of distant shore, in her own world of simple happiness."
"It was a curious day, slashed abruptly with fleeting, familiar impressions."
"I'd love to wake up to complete silence, white sheets, and the smell of crisp air and roses."
"She awaits the rain like a writer embraces metaphors,A drizzle isn't for the child who dances in the storm.Of rain that washes away the petrichor it brings,A downpour of a hail of bullets, and she calls it spring."
"The attitude of the city on his action was of no importance to him, not because he was going to leave the city, but because any outside attitude on the situation seemed superficial. He was completely indifferent to popular opinion."
"I will feel no guilt on shutting my door to those who didn't listen."
"Some people are so much heaven to the square inch that life is simply hell, when she leaves you in order to go south for the winter. (Yes, women are people too, sometimes even threee.)"
"A violinist fiddled.With strings resined for winter.Summer's light splintered."
"We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that."
"I jumped for it and lit in a snowbank and what I'm goin to tell you you'll think peculiar but it's the god's truth. That was in nineteen and thirty one and if I live to be a hunnerd year old I dont think I'll ever see anything as pretty as that train on fire goin up that mountain and around the bend and them flames lightin up the snow and the trees and the night."
"The sound we hear when it snows is the soft song of the white beauty!"
"I love the arrival of a new season — each one bringing with it its own emotion: spring is full of hope; summer is freedom; autumn is a colourful release, and winter brings an enchanting peace. It's hard to pick which one I enjoy the most — each time the new one arrives, I remember its beauty and forget the previous one whose qualities have started to dim."
"I am happy to experience beauty of each season; spring time, summer, autumn and winter."
"I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future - the timelessness of the rocks and the hills - all the people who have existed there. I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show."
"I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter."
"Moment by moment, in life's winter life frozeEchoing a history of blues, a milestone rose"
"Because the birdsong might be pretty,But it's not for you they sing,And if you think my winter is too cold,You don't deserve my spring."
"The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright."
"Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary."
"Our wings serve as flippers that carry us across the ocean; not in the sky!Why, us penguins have so much fun time in the water, we don't even want to fly!"
"Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter"
"No matter where one looked, the sky had a clean-washed appearance. There was not a trace of a cloud to be seen anywhere in its vast expanse. It was one of those days that made one want to open doors and gates to release the last traces of winter, to watch them disappear like thin wisps of smoke into the farthest reaches of the sky."
"Winkler's breath plumed up onto his glasses. The entire valley was enveloped in a huge, illuminated stillness. Above him the clouds had pulled away and the sky burned with stars. The meadow smoldered with light, and the spruce had become illuminated kingdoms, snow sifting from branch to branch. He thought: This has been here every winter all my life."
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