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Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
Sep 24, 2025
In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature.
"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."
There are two seasons in Scotland: June and Winter.
Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.
HIBERNATE, v. i. To pass the winter season in domestic seclusion. There have been many singular popular notions about the hibernation of various animals. Many believe that the bear hibernates during the whole winter and subsists by mechanically sucking its paws. It is admitted that it comes out of its retirement in the spring so lean that it has to try twice before it can cast a shadow.
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.
And for the season it was winter, and they that know the winters of that country know them to be sharp and violent, and subject to cruel and fierce storms.
In winter the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity.
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.
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.
No one can look at a pine tree in winter without knowing that spring will come again in due time.
For the third year in a row, the United States has set a record for winter warmth, federal scientists reported yesterday. With an average temperature of 38.4 degrees Fahrenheit, the three-month period of December 1999 through February 2000 was the warmest winter season in the last 105 years in the contiguous 48 states, the scientists said. That mark slightly surpassed the previous record of 37.8 degrees, set a year ago.
God is day and night, winter and summer, war and peace, surfeit and hunger.
When death comes, it's just like winter. We don't say, "There ought not to be winter." That the winter season, when the leaves fall and the snow comes, is some kind of defeat, something which we should hold out against. No. Winter is part of the natural course of events. No winter, no summer. No cold, no heat.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.
I was just thinking, if it is really religion with these nudist colonies, they sure must turn atheists in the wintertime.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.
Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
What a severe yet master artist old Winter is... No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel.
The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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.
There are only two seasons - winter and Baseball.
I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.
We really can't boil a man's life down to seasonal divisions of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Seasons cycle perennially, and we enjoy them because they recur. We should understand a man's life this way too. An elderly person may yet see new springs and summers. On the other hand, some young people never escape winter. Others become ensnared by their own private autumns.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.
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.
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
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.
There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
I come from a privileged background but I worked a lot of winter seasons in the Alps and I've done lots of mundane summer jobs back in Britain where I mixed with less well off people. Maybe it comes from there but I've always felt that it's our duty to make society fairer.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
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.
He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.