WINTER QUOTES IV

quotations about winter

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


He that passeth a winter's day, escapeth an enemy.

PROSPER JOYLYOT DE CRÉBILLON

attributed, Day's Collacon


With what was hopefully winter's last gasp behind us, I think back to when I first saw the snow stand still and unperturbed on the far-flung grounds of UConn, evenly plowed and in the habit of turning into tunnels. The streetlights shone brighter with the backdrop of the icy snow, and random flakes flew past my nose as I walked alone across the bridge near Mirror Lake. The snow! This once inconsequential day, merely colder than those delightful six weeks before UConn turns into a cage match between you and the wind, became a day where strings of violins glided over the covered ground, pushed by the East Wind, all the while laughing at the people who dared to walk through its cold. It told of times past and celebrated times present, and for ten minutes, winter was cool.

STEN SPINELLA

"Storytime with Sten: The melancholy of winter, the pressure of summer", Daily Campus, March 20, 2017


There are such a lot of things that have no place in summer and autumn and spring. Everything that's a little shy and a little rum. Some kinds of night animals and people that don't fit in with others and that nobody really believes in. They keep out of the way all the year. And then when everything's quiet and white and the nights are long and most people are asleep--then they appear.

TOVE JANSSON

Moominland Midwinter


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

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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."

LEWIS CARROLL

Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There

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A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.

PATRICIA BRIGGS

Dragon Blood

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If you felt like Dick or Debbie Downer this winter, it's OK to blame the weather. On the bright side, the mercury on the thermometer outside your kitchen window is rising weekly and the sun's light is becoming more frequent and direct. Before long, we'll be awash in color. And, perhaps, pollen.

NIC LOYD & LINDA WEIFORD

"Weathercatch: Why it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad winter", The Spokesman-Review, April 5, 2017


Winter is approaching. Yes, it is approaching ... How to live?

MAXIM GORKY

Creatures That Once Were Men

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Under the snowdrifts the blossoms are sleeping,
Dreaming their dreams of sunshine and June,
Down in the hush of their quiet they're keeping
Trills from the throstle's wild summer-sung tune.

HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD

Under the Snowdrifts


Everywhere I go I hear comments that this is the longest winter ever, that people are just sick of it and that they'll never spend another winter here if at all possible. But not in my house. I have spent many decades now with that other guy, the one who gleefully checks weather reports online to see when it's going to snow and smiles broadly when he looks out the window and sees his dreams coming true in the form of big fat snowflakes. Happily he dons his winter apparel and out he goes to shovel the walk and driveway, twice a day or more if necessary. Couldn't be happier.

STEFANIE PETTIT

"Front Porch: For some, winter is a time of joy", The Spokesman-Review, March 15, 2017


What's the point of complaining? We live in the north. Winter exists.

VIKI MATHER

"You might as well learn to love the winter", Northern Life, February 8, 2016


The winter is a slow time, but it's not lifeless. As you huddle against the cold on a February day, you may be ready for spring to come. But all around you, there are other forms of life that are ready too.

BETH BOTTS

"Winter wildlife: There's something alive out there in the garden", Chicago Tribune, February 24, 2016


The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter.

BENJAMIN ALIRE SAENZ

Last Night I Sang to the Monster


When winter twilight falls on my street with the rain, a sense of the horrible sadness of life descends upon me. I think of drunken old women who drown themselves because nobody loves them; I think of Napoleon at St. Helena, and of Byron growing morose and fat in the enervating climate of Italy.

LOGAN PEARSALL SMITH

Trivia

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What did the tree say after a long winter? What a re-leaf ...

NIC LOYD & LINDA WEIFORD

"Weathercatch: Why it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad winter", The Spokesman-Review, April 5, 2017


The most revealing part of our missing winter is how few people I've heard complaining. Some hearty souls genuinely miss the freezing cold, but for most Montrealers, this is our winter of content.

JOSH FREED

"For most Montrealers, this is the winter of our content", Montreal Gazette, February 5, 2016


The Winter is coming -- the Winter is near --
Dread Winter's approaching -- the giant is here;
His footsteps are treading o'er everything green;
His breath is a frost fast encrusting the scene.
The trees are now yellow, the leaves are now sere;
Their pride and their beauty have fled in their fear.
The flowers -- where are they? entombed in the shroud
That hides them from view like a beautiful cloud --
The first fall of snow! How it glitters so clear!
What a pity such beauty begetteth a tear!
What a pity that purity such as the snow's
Is the instrument oft of the bitterest woes!

JOHN MURDOCK

"The Winter Is Coming", Joy Hours; Or, Poems, Songs, and Lyrics


Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

VIRGINIA WOOLF

Jacob's Room

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Winter is the time of sacred balance and rejuvenation of life in preparation for the coming spring. It represents abundance, teaching and gratitude.

NOELLE VIGNOLA

Into Your Meditation: Metaphors On Essential Elements of a Meditation Practice