Winter Quotes


Winter is coming.

A Game of Thrones

George R.R. Martin

A Game of Thrones

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.

Appreciation    Nature    Seasons    Snow    Winter

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.

Comfort    Home    Winter

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

Contrast    Life    Opposites    Summer    Winter

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

Contrast    Life    Opposites    Summer    Winter

O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.

Nothing burns like the cold.

A Game of Thrones

George R.R. Martin

A Game of Thrones
Burn    Cold    Winter

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.

Aging    Autumn    Fall    Life    Seasons    Spring    Summer    Time    Winter

My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

Great Expectations

Charles Dickens

Great Expectations
March    Summer    Sun    Wind    Winter

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

Melancholy    Night    Sad    Winter

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

A Game of Thrones

George R.R. Martin

A Game of Thrones

She turned to the sunlight
    And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
    "Winter is dead.

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.

Novembre

Flaubert

Novembre
Heart    Rain    Sadness    Winter

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

Dragon Blood

Patricia Briggs

Dragon Blood
Change    Mind    Summer    Winter


"Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.

Beauty    Nature    Prettiness    Snow    Winter    Winter night

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome."
[
Meditations Divine and Moral
]

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.

Cold    Frost    Frozen    Harry potter    November    Rain    Weather    Winter

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Ode to the West Wind

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ode to the West Wind
Hope    Rqeadh    Spring    Winter

What did you bring me today? Delusional mutterings with a side of crazy?

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

A Game of Thrones

George R.R. Martin

A Game of Thrones

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

Cold    Desolation    Jaded    Lonley    Sad truth    Winter

Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.

Glow    Music    Thawing    Warmth    Winter

In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.

Cold    Freezing    Snow    Weather    Winter

Tapping a finger against the flesh of her elbow, she deadpanned, Jacin Clay, there is an assassin under my bed.

A song she heard
Of cold that gathers
Like winter's tongue
Among the shadows
It rose like blackness
In the sky
That on volcano's
Vomit rise
A Stone of ruin
From burn to chill
Like black moonrise
Her voice fell still...

Blackness    Elf    Elves    Fantasy    Luthiel    Magic    Moon    Music    Shadow    Song    Summer    Volcano    Winter

I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on,
The windows and the stars illumined, one by one,
The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily,
And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see
The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass;
And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass,
I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight,
And build me stately palaces by candlelight.

Les Fleurs Du Mal

Charles Baudelaire

Dusk    Evening    Night    Winter

Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o'clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without.

Comfort    Tea    Warmth    Winter

Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.

The Sugar Queen

Sarah Addison Allen

The Sugar Queen
Magic    Snow    Southern    The south    Winter

Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.

I know the look of an apple that is roasting and sizzling on the hearth on a winter's evening, and I know the comfort that comes of eating it hot, along with some sugar and a drench of cream... I know how the nuts taken in conjunction with winter apples, cider, and doughnuts, make old people's tales and old jokes sound fresh and crisp and enchanting.

We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that.

Northern Lights

Philip Pullman (Author)

Northern Lights
Beauty    Moonlight    Nature    Winter    Witches

It's come at last," she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache. When there wasn't enough food in the house you pretended that you weren't hungry so they could have more. In the cold of a winter's night you got up and put your blanket on their bed so they wouldn't be cold. You'd kill anyone who tried to harm them - I tried my best to kill that man in the hallway. Then one sunny day, they walk out in all innocence and they walk right into the grief that you'd give your life to spare them from.

Cold    Futility    Maternal    Mother    Nihilism    Winter

Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary.

Same Difference

Siobhan Vivian

Same Difference
Autumn    Color    Fall    Nature    Winter

Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don't have the strength to fight it.

A Game of Thrones

George R.R. Martin

A Game of Thrones

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.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Shakespeare's Sonnets

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets


For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it will your heart survive.

- Rilke

No animal, according to the rules of animal-etiquette, is ever expected to do anything strenuous, or heroic, or even moderately active during the off-season of winter.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.

Shiver

Maggie Stiefvater

Shiver
Angel    Death    Snow    Werewolf    Winter

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...

Breath    Cloud    December    Frost    Memory    Summer    Winter

Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours.

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?

Autumn    Fall    Foliage    Leaves    Snow    Snowflakes    Winter

March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.

The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.

Alcohol    Apple    Apples    April    Auden    Autumn    Burns    Byron    Coffee    De la mare    Fall    Hart crane    Insomnia    Keats    Longfellow    May    Milton    Morris    Night    Nocturnal    Poetry    Poets    Pope    Schiller    Season    Seasons    September    Shelley    Spender    Spring    Tea    Tennyson    Winter    Wordsworth    Writers    Writing

I followed your footsteps," he said, in answer to the unspoken question. "Snow makes it easy."
I had been tracked, like a bear.
"Sorry to make you go to all that trouble," I said.
"I didn't have to go that far, really. You're about three streets over. You just kept going in loops."
A really inept bear.

Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It's late afternoon - the sun is just setting (a cold yellow colour) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write to you.

Daddy-Long-Legs

Jean Webster

Daddy-Long-Legs

I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.

Bleakness    Coldness    Depression    Despair    Falling    Falling apart    Hopelessness    Poetry    Rhyming    Sadness    Snow    Winter

Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.

Age    Hope    Optimism    Snow    Winter

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