886 Quotes About Winter

What am I doing here in this endless winter?

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.

February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter.

I've never gotten used to winter and never will.

Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more - O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core.

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

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

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

Where, twisted round the barren oak, The summer vine in beauty clung, And summer winds the stillness broke, The crystal icicle is hung.