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
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
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
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
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 finds out what summer lays up.
CORYATE
attributed, Day's Collacon
In winter we behold the charms of solemn majesty and naked grandeur.
JAMES ELLIS
attributed, Day's Collacon
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
What miracle of weird transforming
Is this wild work of frost and light,
This glimpse of glory infinite?
JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER
"The Pageant"
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
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
WILLA CATHER
My Antonia
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
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
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
These Winter nights against my window-pane
Nature with busy pencil draws designs
Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines,
Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines,
Which she will make when summer comes again--
Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold,
Like curious Chinese etchings.
THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH
"Frost-Work"
He that passeth a winter's day, escapeth an enemy.
PROSPER JOYLYOT DE CRÉBILLON
attributed, Day's Collacon
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.
VIRGINIA WOOLF
Jacob's Room
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