Quotes on Winter

The night of December 25, to which date the Nativity of Christ was ultimately assigned, was exactly that of the birth of the Persian savior Mithra, who, as an incarnation of eternal light, was born the night of the winter solstice (then dated December 25) at midnight, the instant of the turn of the year from increasing darkness to light.

But Winter has yet brighter scenes-he boasts_x000D_ _x000D_ Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows;_x000D_ _x000D_ Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods_x000D_ _x000D_ All flushed with many hues.

Spring still makes spring in the mind_x000D_ _x000D_ When sixty years are told:_x000D_ _x000D_ Love wakes anew this throbbing heart,_x000D_ _x000D_ And we are never old_x000D_ _x000D_ Over the winter glaciers_x000D_ _x000D_ I see the summer glow_x000D_ _x000D_ And through the wind-piled snowdrift_x000D_ _x000D_ The warm rosebuds below.

Take winter as you find him, and he turns out to be a thoroughly honest fellow; with no nonsense in him, which is a great comfort in the long-run.

I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it as by the genial influences of summer.

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.

On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.

Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it.

The trees down the boulevard stand naked in thought,_x000D_ _x000D_ Their abundant summery wordage silenced, caught_x000D_ _x000D_ In the grim undertow; naked the trees confront_x000D_ _x000D_ Implacable winter's long, cross-questioning brunt.

Through winter-time we call on spring,_x000D_ _x000D_ And through the spring on summer call,_x000D_ _x000D_ And when the abounding hedges ring_x000D_ _x000D_ Declare that winter's best of all:_x000D_ _x000D_ And after that there's nothing good_x000D_ _x000D_ Because the spring time has not come-_x000D_ _x000D_ Not know that what disturbs our blood_x000D_ _x000D_ Is but its longing for the tomb.

It was evening all afternoon._x000D_ _x000D_ It was snowing_x000D_ _x000D_ And it was going to snow._x000D_ _x000D_ The blackbird sat_x000D_ _x000D_ In the cedar-limbs.

The grim frost is at hand, when apples will fall thick, almost thunderous, on the hardened earth.

Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings_x000D_ _x000D_ To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks:_x000D_ _x000D_ He withers all in silence, and his hand_x000D_ _x000D_ Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.

Begin with duties of a man and rights will follow as spring follows winter

Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.

One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.

Spring is the season of gaiety, and winter of terror; in spring the heart of tranquility dances to the melody of the groves, and the eye of benevolence sparkles at the sight of happiness and plenty: in winter, compassion melts at universal calamity, and the tear of softness starts at the wailing of hunger and the cries of the creation in distress

Antisthenes says that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.

There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.

But, for as cold and wretched as it looks, the sun has not forsaken it. He has only drawn away from it a little, for good reasons, one of which is that we may learn that we cannot do without him.