Quotes about winter
winter names bird
The owl, that bird of onomatopoetic name, is a repetitious question wrapped in feathery insulation especially for Winter delivery. Hal Borland
winter two ease
There are two seasonal diversions that can ease the bite of any winter. One is the January thaw. The other is the seed catalogues. Hal Borland
winter white may
To see a hillside white with dogwood bloom is to know a particular ecstasy of beauty, but to walk the gray Winter woods and find the buds which will resurrect that beauty in another May is to partake of continuity. Hal Borland
winter past may
You may tell by looking at any twig of the forest, ay, at your very wood-pile, whether its winter is past or not. Henry David Thoreau
winter students study
Winter is the time for study, you know, and the colder it is the more studious we are. Henry David Thoreau
winter giving hypocrisy
How wholesome winter is, seen far or near; how good, above all mere sentimental, warm-blooded, short-lived, soft-hearted, moral goodness, commonly so called. Give me the goodness which has forgotten its own deeds,--which God has seen to be good, and let be. Henry David Thoreau
winter woods fields
The wonderful purity of nature at this season is a most pleasing fact.... In the bare fields and tinkling woods, see what virtue survives. In the coldest and bleakest places, the warmest charities still maintain a foothold. Henry David Thoreau
winter wind mountain
A cold and searching wind drives away all contagion, and nothing can withstand it but what has a virtue in it, and accordingly, whatever we meet with in cold and bleak places, as the tops of mountains, we respect for a sort of sturdy innocence, a Puritan toughness. All things beside seem to be called in for shelter, and what stays out must be part of the original frame of the universe, and of such valor as God himself. Henry David Thoreau
winter virtue warmth
In the winter, warmth stands for all virtue. Henry David Thoreau
winter sunshine fire
What fire could ever equal the sunshine of a winter's day? Henry David Thoreau
winter roots littles
We must take root; send out some little fibre at least, even every winter day. Henry David Thoreau
winter track giving
Perhaps of all our untamed quadrupeds, the fox has obtained the widest and most familiar reputation.... His recent tracks still give variety to a winter's walk. I tread in the steps of the fox that has gone before me by some hours, or which perhaps I have started, with such a tip-toe of expectation as if I were on the trail of the Spirit itself which resides in the wood, and expected soon to catch it in its lair. Henry David Thoreau
winter animal men
The moles nested in my cellar, nibbling every third potato, and making a snug bed even there of some hair left after plastering and of brown paper; for even the wildest animals love comfort and warmth as well as man, and they survive the winter only because they are so careful to secure them. Henry David Thoreau
winter skins coats
She watched his lips forming the words, at the same time she heard them under her skin, under her winter coat, so near and full of warmth that she felt herself go hot. Jhumpa Lahiri
winter used
I've never gotten used to winter and never will. Jamaica Kincaid
winter clouds shining
Even in the winter, in the midst of the storm, the sun is still there. Somewhere above the clouds, it still shines and warms and pulls at the life buried deep inside the brown branches and frozen earth. Gloria Gaither
winter knights harry-dresden
All right, you primitive screwheads. Listen up. I'm Harry Dresden. I'm the new Winter Knight. Jim Butcher
winter bitter cold
Even in winter, the cold isn't always bitter, and not every day is cruel. Jim Butcher
winter fishing fly-fishing
And for winter fly-fishing it is as useful as an almanac out of date. Izaak Walton
winter lasts firsts
Last winter, when so many Living joined the Dead and our prey became scarce, I watched some of my friends become full-dead. The transition was undramatic. They just slowed down, then stopped, and after a while I realised they were corpses. It disquieted me at first, but it’s against etiquette to notice when one of us dies. I distracted myself with some groaning. Isaac Marion
winter dull
Dull winter will re-appear. Horace
winter mind gulls
Leaves like rusty tin for the desolate mind that has seen the end- the barest glimmerings. Leaves aswirl with gulls made wild by winter. Giorgos Seferis
winter men way
The life of man is a winter way. George Herbert
winter bird
One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie. George Herbert
winter people valleys
On the heights it is warmer than people in the valley suppose, especially in winter. The thinker recognizes the full import of this simile. Friedrich Nietzsche
winter doe scales
Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles. Alexander Smith
winter pyramids olympus
As I grew up, I knew that as a building it was on the level of Mount Olympus, the Pyramid of Giza, the nation's capital, the czar's winter palace, and the Louvre - except, of course, that it was better than all of those inconsequential places. A. Bartlett Giamatti
winter june heaven
June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould. A. E. Housman
winter thinking scarves
I think winter wear is communal. You get some gloves and a scarf from a lost-and-found box, wash them, wear them for a while until you lose them. Then somebody else does the same thing Adrian Grenier
winter white snowfall
In a snowfall that covers the winter grass a white heron uses his own whiteness to disappear. Dogen
winter america car
I was really sad after 'The Avengers' when I realized I was not going to have a part in 'Thor 2' or 'Captain America: The Winter Soldier.' But I'm not arguing with my fantastic plane and my really cool car. Clark Gregg
winter color soup
The day has the color and the sound of winter. Thoughts turn to chowder...chowder breathes reassurance. It steams consolation. Clementine Paddleford
winter air fire
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. John Burroughs