Winter Quotes

I enjoy hiking and skiing, like most Norwegians. In winter, there will be snow for months on end. In the summer, there are the long evenings to enjoy.

And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.

Let no man boast himself that he has got through the perils of winter till at least the seventh of May.

With the coldest winter ever recorded, with snow setting record levels up and down the coast, the Nobel committee should take the Nobel Prize back from Al Gore.

After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies.

Borscht is more than a soup, it's a weather vane. When my family says they want hot borscht I know winter is coming, and when they want cold borscht I know how far can spring be behind?

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

Go to the winter woods: listen there, look, watch, and "the dead months" will give you a subtler secret than any you have yet found in the forest.

I always enjoy Oslo. It's a beautiful city, especially on a cold winter day.

What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!

Be ahead of all farewells as if they were behind you, like the winter that is just departing.

Don't you like when the winter's gone, And all of a sudden it starts gettin' warm? The trees and the grass start lookin' fresh, And the sun and sky be lookin' their best.

... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.

February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter.

I spring train in the winter, around early December...

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer

See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices.

Moonless winter night- a billow of rising fog hides the distant pines

On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.

I think I can remember being dead. Many times, in winter, I approached Zeus. Tell me, I would ask him, how can I endure the earth?

Nothing burns like the cold.

Winter is for women The woman still at her knitting, At the cradle of Spanish walnut, Her body a bulb in the cold and too dumb to think.

And finally Winter, with its bitin', and whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.

Out alone in the winter rain, / Intent on giving and taking pain.

Rivalry is one of the factors pushing me. While my back was turned, the Norwegians managed to achieve the first Arctic crossing in winter. I didn't want the same to happen in the Antarctic.

Winter makes a bridge between one year and another and, in this case, one century and the next.

"Hear! hear!" screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, "winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it."

In the winter, warmth stands for all virtue.

How many lessons of faith and beauty we should lose, if there were no winter in our year!

The winter passed as slowly and peacefully as a boa constrictor digesting a valium addict.

Peaches grow wild, and pigs can live in clover; A barrel of salted herrings lasts a year; The spring begins before the winter's over.

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.

Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.

Learn to love the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow on a winter day.

Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.

You can't get too much winter in the winter.

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

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.

The Snow-drop, Winter's timid child, Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears.

Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter's snow.

While conservatism and self-protection might be likened to winter, night, and death, the spirit of pioneering and attempting to realize ideals evokes images of spring, morning, and birth.

Morality and religion are but words to him who fishes in gutters for the means of sustaining life, and crouches behind barrels in the street for shelter from the cutting blasts of a winter night.

Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but I'll work it out.

Daily hope is vital, since the ‘Winter Quarters’ of our lives are not immediately adjacent to our promised land either. An arduous trek still awaits, but hope spurs weary disciples on.

Winter is the night of vegetation.

The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring.

I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind.

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

Surely as cometh the Winter, I know There are Spring violets under the snow.