886 Quotes About Winter

It's that magnificent interlude in New York between winter and spring, when you feel the warmth stirring, and you remember that the dreadful naked trees will inevitably sprout tiny green buds, soon. Everyone rushes into the parks, the streets--and you even forget that, very soon , summer will come scorchingly, dropping from the sky like a blanket of steam...

I love the scent of winter. I love the scent of winter enough to suffer the cold for it.

End spør du om Himmel og Veirligheds Art,Da viid, at de os, een fortræden FræmfartMed vreed Elementer tilføyer;U-lidelig Frysen og stormende Slud, At hvo som vil stænge sig Vinteren ud,Hand see sig om forede Trøyer.

Hand ofte tit hverken veed Døgn eller Dag, Men Ugen igiennem alt under et TagVed Talge-Lys æder sin Davre;Indbundet alt stædse som Qvæget i Baas, Og holde sin Døre for Frostet i Laas, Slig Nætter giør Huusene mavre.

Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bedFrozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled

Don't complain it's too cold now if you also intend to whine about how hot it is when summer comes. It's just hypocritical.

The cold seemed less relentless now. The small circle of white light from my bedside lamp and its hint of the dawn to come seemed to drive the worst of the chill away and the hot tea did the rest, as I lay and read further into the life of the young woman in the bravado coat.

Cold is cold.

She tilted her head back, breathing deeply. It was a stone gray day, the sea a bleak slate broken up by whitecaps, the sky pleated with thick ripples of cloud. A hard wind filled the sails, carrying the little boat over the waves. 'It feels good to be this kind of cold,' she murmured. 'This kind?''Wind in your hair, sea spray on your skin. The cold of the living.