886 Quotes About Winter

Acabou o inverno. Finch, você me trouxe a primavera.

Long past the first official day of spring on the calendar, old man winter slowly loosened his icy grip on the Lanark County farmlands. We waited and watched for the tell-tale signs, hoping that the mercury in the old thermometer would being to move in the right direction. Even as the sap began to drip slowly from our beloved maple trees, the bitter winds blew relentlessly from the north.

One by one, the snowflakes floated down on to his warm snout, and melted. He reached out to grab them so he could admire them for a fleeting moment. He looked towards the sky and watched them drift down towards him, more and more, soft and light as a feather. ‘So that’s how it works,’ thought Moomintroll. ‘And I thought somehow that the snow grew from the ground up!

There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-That oppresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes-Heavenly Hurt, it gives us-We can find no scar,But internal difference,Where the Meanings, are-None may teach-Any-'Tis the Seal Despair-An imperial afflictionSent us of the air-When it comes, the Landscape listens-Shadows-hold their breath-When it goes.'tis like the DistanceOn the look of Death-

I held him and he held me, and we were still holding each other when he spotted a skein of geese flying overhead. “Look!” he said. I did not release my hold.“November,” I said.“Yes. Not winter, not fall. I’ve always liked November in Corot country.

Outside, though perhaps morning, it is still night, but a night of a thousand thrusting colors laid over the shaking stars. The shattering ice still sounds like a drumbeat.

It’s winter, and a new kind of predator has just come out of hibernation - A Winter's Kill

Everything pursues its own ends and skies stay warm + beneficent - though winter time always leaves many vagrant nostalgias and a sense of more supply than demand of Time and of the portentousness of the weather.

I don’t know what is more frightening: a creature on a small planet worshipping itself and its world as if infinity did not exist, or a creature who burns its fellow beings because the infinite does exist.