886 Quotes About Winter

Slush is frozen over. People say that winter lasts forever, but it's because they obsess over the thermometer. North in the mountains, the maple syrup is trickling. Brave geese punch through the thin ice left on the lake. Underground, pale seeds roll over in their sleep. Starting to get restless. Starting to dream green.

I was washing outside in the darkness,the sky burning with rough stars,and the starlight, salt on an axe-blade.The cold overflows the barrel.The gate's locked,the land's grim as its conscience.I don't think they'll find the new weaving,finer than truth, anywhere.Star-salt is melting in the barrel,icy water is blackening,death's growing purer, misfortune saltier,the earth's moving nearer to truth and to dread.

Twenty-five, he was. Twenty-five tomorrow. Some years the snow had melted for his birthday, but not this year, and so it had been a long winter full of cows.

Spring had been the season for dying in the old days. Invalids who had struggled through the dark comfort of winter took fright as the night receded.

As the trees turned red, then white, then naked as pitchforks, Margot and Xiao Chen immersed themselves in several forests' worth of pages, and I watched, tortured, as brick after brick of a new development was laid on the wasteland of Midtown West like slabs of gold bullion.

Le temps a laissié son manteauDe vent, de froidure et de pluye,Et s'est vestu de brouderie,De soleil luyant, cler et beau.    Il n'y a beste, ne oyseau,Qu'en son jargon ne chante ou crie :Le temps a laissié son manteau !    Riviere, fontaine et ruisseauPortent, en livree jolie,Gouttes d'argent, d'orfaverie,Chascun s'abille de nouveau :Le temps a laissié son manteau !

It is not love that transforms the world, but pity.

Ja, wo ist der Schnee vom vergangenen Jahr!

Oh, how magical it will be to have winter come every year.