quotations about winter
In the winter, it is often difficult to get up and get moving, because it is so cold and dark outside. You wake up in the morning, when it's dark; when you return home from work, it's dark.
RAQUEL A. STUART
The Audacity of Self: Dare to Put You First
When you're walking around in 13-degree weather, the only reason it doesn't kill you is because, at some point, you come back inside. It's not that the weather isn't trying to kill you, it's just that you don't give it quite enough time to succeed.
MIKE TODD
"Just Humor Me: The Winter is our discontent", The Montgomery Review, April 4, 2017
Technically, winter is way more stylish now than when we were kids. When I was in high school I wouldn't be caught dead in winter boots. Without naming names, we all know there are a variety of fashionable boots out there to complete any winter look at any age. Coats are nicer now, hats are adorable. But still. My hands are dry, my hair has static, my lips are cracked and I'm so very pale. Bronzer and vitamin E lipstick are my go to staples to get me through this season. That and visions of warmer days.
SIDRA RUBIN
"Why Winter Is Cramping My Style", The Suburban, February 1, 2016
I love travelling during the winter. I take off to the mountains. The biting cold seems to open up all my senses and makes them sharper.
SANDEEP SINGH
"Cold is gold for tourism industry", The Statesman, February 7, 2016
Winter finds out what summer lays up.
CORYATE
attributed, Day's Collacon
I have myself in winter felt hostile to those whom I could smile upon in May, and clasp to my bosom in June.
JOSEPH DENNIE
The Spirit of the Farmers' Museum, and Lay Preacher's Gazette
All nature feels the renovating force
Of Winter, only to the thoughtless eye
In ruin seen.
JAMES THOMSON
"Winter", The Seasons
Winter is a season that often overstays its welcome. It's like a chunk of cheese that got shoved waay into the back of the fridge and wasn't found until it had developed so many life forms that it was officially recognized by the United Nations as a new country.
JERRY NELSON
"Late winter isn't always a dangerous time", Watertown Public Opinion, February 19, 2016
In winter we behold the charms of solemn majesty and naked grandeur.
JAMES ELLIS
attributed, Day's Collacon
Winter's notion of poetry is tragedy. It knows nothing of comedy. Its laughter was frozen on its lips long ago.
WILLIAM A. QUAYLE
"Headed Into Spring", The Sanctuary, March 17, 1921
He found a place where he was not only content but, despite suffering mightily in winter, was filled with a sense of joy and fulfilment.
SIMON WORRALL
"Why the North Pond Hermit Hid From People for 27 Years", National Geographic, April 9, 2017
Winter is back, with or without snow.
KEVIN MYATT
"Winter is back, with or without snow", The Roanoke Times, March 14, 2017
When the winter puts on its sullen aspect, and brings stillness and repose, affording a respite from the labors of the preceding months, inviting us to reflection and compensating for the want of attractions abroad by fire-side delights and home-felt joys; in all this interchange and variety, we find reason to acknowledge the wise and benevolent care of the God of seasons.
MOSES SEVERANCE
The American Manual: Or, New English Reader
He that passeth a winter's day, escapeth an enemy.
PROSPER JOYLYOT DE CRÉBILLON
attributed, Day's Collacon
Winter is approaching. Yes, it is approaching ... How to live?
MAXIM GORKY
Creatures That Once Were Men
Every Fern is tucked and set,
'Neath coverlet,
Downy and soft and warm.
SUSAN COOLIDGE
Time to Go
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
WILLA CATHER
My Antonia
Winter is not an end. It is in transit. It is headed to bankruptcy. The sheriff will sell its stock for what he can get and an ice man will be the only bidder at the sale.
WILLIAM A. QUAYLE
"Headed Into Spring", The Sanctuary, March 17, 1921
What miracle of weird transforming
Is this wild work of frost and light,
This glimpse of glory infinite?
JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER
"The Pageant"
October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.
J. K. ROWLING
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix