”Winter always turns into spring.”
If winter helps you curl up and more that makes it one of the best of the seasons.
I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscapethe loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
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.
When I was young, I loved summer and hated winter. When I got older I loved winter and hated summer. Now that I’m even older, and wiser, I hate both summer and winter.
One kind word can warm three winter months.
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.
The hard soil and four months of snow make the inhabitants of the northern temperate zone wiser and abler than his fellow who enjoys the fixed smile of the tropics.
Winter is a season of recovery and preparation.
How many lessons of faith and beauty we should lose, if there were no winter in our year!