886 Quotes About Winter

I love you,” he whispered as he thrust again. And again. Each movement controlled. Each small movement devastating in its effect. “I love you.”She lost all concept of time. She lost her place and surroundings. She couldn’t remember who he was—who she was. She lost her mind.

The winter smiling with foggy clouds,and the atmosphere is so damp and cold,dales are covered with rolling mist,white smokey air obscured my crystalline thoughts,yet stop not I writing,decked by giving another flavor to words.

My shivery acquaintance with the defiant shaft of the sun beaming brilliantly , one morning, with the smell of wintry air.

Like summer I can be hot.Like winter I can be cold.Like spring I can be warmLike autumn I can be cool.Like the four seasons I can change.

Wintering over geraniumswith their pale green gingko leaves─they have not died, and neither has she,but the blooms are gone,and every part of her longsfor red.

Sustained loss can sometimes seem never-ending, like a bleak, eternal winter of the soul. Yet spring always returns. Even on the heels of the longest, coldest winter, tender new growth emerges from once frozen soil.

The stark nude treesare old and survivingwithout attempting modesty.

Love is like a snowflake, it can come to you in any shape or size, and from any direction

... he rode with the window partly open because he loved the smell of the pines and the heavy salt air, and in the winter he loved the smell of the cold.