Winter Quotes by Charles Dickens, Tobias Smollett, Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu, Pierre Loti, Diana Silvers, Vera Nazarian and many others.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
The Highlanders regale themselves with whisky. They find it an excellent preservation against the winter cold. It is given with great success to the infants in the confluent smallpox.
Very little is known about Hugh Glass as a real guy that existed 200 years ago, except that he was attacked by a bear, betrayed and left for dead, and has to survive in the winter. I said, ‘What really drives a human to survive those conditions?’
It is with the approach of winter that cats…wear their richest fur and assume an air of sumptuous and delightful opulence.
I really want to do something that is very, very deep within realism, like a ‘Winter’s Bone,’ or a ‘Blue Valentine.’
Ice is most welcome in a cold drink on a hot day. But in the heart of winter, you want a warm hot mug with your favorite soothing brew to keep the chill away. When you don’t have anything warm at hand, even a memory can be a small substitute. Remember a searing look of intimate eyes. Receive the inner fire.
[On England:] In this country there are only two seasons, winter and winter.
When your location is a snowy mountain in the winter the obstacles are pretty extreme.
Winter’s here, and you feel lousy: You’re coughing and sneezing; your muscles ache; your nose is an active mucus volcano. These symptoms — so familiar at this time of year — can mean only one thing: Tiny fanged snails are eating your brain.
All sounds are sharper in winter; the air transmits better. At night I hear more distinctly the steady roar of the North Mountain. In summer it is a sort of complacent purr, as the breezes stroke down its sides; but in winter always the same low, sullen growl.
The most serious charge which can be brought against New England is not Puritanism, but February…. Spring is too far away to comfort even by anticipation, and winter long ago lost the charm of novelty. This is the very three a.m. of the calendar.
We did a really cool video for this song [Milquetoast] with Alex Winter from Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure fame. He’s an extremely intelligent guy. Butch Vig also did a mix for The Crow movie.
They urged me to take up winter quarters at the forks of the Platt, stating that if I attempted to advance further until spring, I would endanger the lives of my whole party.
The summer months should motivate you to stay in shape during the winter months.
For too many families in St. Louis and across the country, the high cost of energy means having to choose between keeping the heat on in the winter or buying groceries. I, myself, have had to make that choice.
And finally Winter, with its bitin’, and whinin’ wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.
The buyer is entitled to a bargain. The seller is entitled to a profit. So there is a fine margin in between where the price is right. I have found this to be true to this day whether dealing in paper hats, winter underwear or hotels.
There are those who argue that everything breaks even in this old dump of a world of ours. I suppose these ginks who argue that way hold that because the rich man gets ice in the summer and the poor man gets it in the winter things are breaking even for both. Maybe so, but I’ll swear I can’t see it that way.
When I think about the holidays, I think about the Salvation Army guys ringing bells in front of stores. They’re always so nice to you and they’re always willing to give a heart to heart conversation. They actually bear the winter cold to ask for your petty cash with a smile on their face. Fudge those guys.
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
I write probably 80 percent of my stuff over the winter.
‘Onward’ was a song I wrote in Montreux, in Switzerland, when we were there camping out for the whole winter. In the summer, Montreux is a really, really big summertime-touristy, full-of-life kind of place. In the winter, it closes down.
The parallel development in American blues to the British movement has resulted in Johnny Winters.
He is some brainless, beautiful creature, who should always be here in winter when we have no flowers to look at, and always here in the summer when we want something to chill our intelligence.
Fashion is that horrid little man with an evil eye who tells you that your last winter’s coat may be in perfect physical condition, but you can’t wear it. You can’t wear it because it has a belt and this year ‘we are not showing belts.
With the approaching winter the air quality in many Indian cities, especially in Delhi, becomes a public health hazard. Something so fundamental as breathing easy can no longer be taken for granted. It’s a wake-up call worthy of a civic revolution.
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.
Hockey captures the essence of Canadian experience in the New World. In a land so inescapably and inhospitably cold, hockey is the chance of life, and an affirmation that despite the deathly chill of winter we are alive.
Summer’s the same, autumn is even more extreme. Then winter is when you sort of condense all of your ideas. You process all these things and you try to look for new concepts. In that sense, your intuition is in hibernation. What you fill up is your imagination; you fill up your memories there.
Coldly and capriciously the slanting sunbeams fall.
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, no winter in thy year.
The aged oak upon the steep stands more firm and secure if assailed by angry winds; for if the winter bares its head, the more strongly it strikes its roots into the ground, acquiring strength as it loses beauty.
There’s four seasons in the UK, spring, autumn, winter and winter.
The heavy spacesuits are spectacular to look at but very hot. Putting one on was like going from chilly London winter weather to the Bahamas in just minutes.
When the publisher here in America wanted to put the word “memoir” on the title page [of ‘Winter Journal’] and on the cover, I said, “No, no, no, no, no, no.” No genre whatsoever. It’s an independent work not really connected to those things at all.
I get cast at the last minute. I don’t know, maybe somebody drops out and they can’t get someone, and someone is like, ‘Oh, how about Katia Winter?’
If you look at any film fest, the setting gives it colour. Be it Goa, Cannes or even Berlin in the winter, the setting makes these festivals special and gives it a definition.
Snow and dark, and the winter comes. Nothing remains the same.
We as children went up the mountain to find feed for livestock, like goats, cows and horses, and because in the winter time we would light the fire in the house, we would climb the mountain to collect firewood as well. Because of that, I suppose I became used to climbing mountains.
That’s why you can’t be a true Yankee without winter: because all the best pleasures are earned – the fire, the fried oysters; the warmer seasons, too. Who knows the real worth of summer at the beach without a good taste of the seaside in winter?
In Montreal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves and the flesh is sweet and white, like wood under green bark. From the streets a sexual manifesto rises like an inflating tire, “the winter has not killed us again!
All right, you primitive screwheads. Listen up. I’m Harry Dresden. I’m the new Winter Knight.
You may depend on it that the bunting, emberiza miliaria, does not leave this country in the winter.
Remember
This December,
That love weighs more than gold!
This December,
That love weighs more than gold!
In my book ‘The Winter Sea,’ set north of Aberdeen, I couldn’t just ignore the fact some people there – especially the people in the past – would speak the Doric.
You are brave, kicking a chained prisoner. They must sing heroic ballads about you on winter nights!” (Alanna)
You have food?” Winter scolded. “I thought you said you were hungry.” I’m hungry for other things besides what I have,” [Clover] argued.
Men who fight wars in winter don’t live till spring.
I lead a very active lifestyle. When I am not working, I enjoy snowboarding in winter. I golf and swim in the summer months. However, trying to find the time to exercise when I am traveling is quite a challenge. I find myself working out at hotel gyms quite regularly – just so that I can keep up with my training.
Cruel and cold is the judgment of man, Cruel as winter, and cold as the snow; But by-and-by will the deed and the plan Be judged by the motive that lieth below.
One may prefer spring and summer to autumn and winter, but preference is hardly to the point. The earth turns, and we live in the grain of nature, turning with it.
Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
HOLLY KING is a symbol of the waning forces of Nature… The Holly King is depicted as an old man in winter garb. His head bears a wreath of holly and he often carries a staff that is typically a holly branch. Some Santa Claus figures are actually Holly King figures.
Winter hurled more wind and rain at the city than it ever had before. Clouds dashed about in all directions emptying their thunder, hail and rain. The horizon was choked in fog.
On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.
One thing I always make – and I’m sure this is partly to do with memory and yearning and because I’ve made it ever since my children were born – I make gingerbread every year. And it’s partly just the perfume of the spices in the house, makes it smell like winter to me.
The air was so sweet in New Orleans it seemed to come in soft bandannas; and you could smell the river and really smell the people, and mud, and molasses, and every kind of tropical exhalation, with your nose suddenly removed from the dry ices of a Northern winter.
They [potatoes] are good for boys cold fingers at suppertime on winter nights.
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.
There are many in this old world of ours who hold that things break about even for all of us. I have observed, for example, that we all get the same amount of ice. The rich get it in the summertime and the poor get it in the winter.
Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.
In the southern hemisphere, covering the Christmas tree with fake snow even though winter has nothing to do with the birth of Christ.
Experience life in all possible ways — good-bad, bitter-sweet, dark-light, summer-winter. Experience all the dualities. Don’t be afraid of experience, because the more experience you have, the more mature you become.
– Growth has its season. There are spring and summer, but there are also fall and winter. And then spring and summer again. As long as the roots are not severed, all is well and all be well.
Most calves and fawns will soon die. Only the luckiest and fittest will survive. Therefore either hunters or Mother Nature can take them. The logical harvesting strategy is to take calves or fawns during the fall hunting seasons, before winter can waste them.
France has neither winter, nor summer, nor morals. France is miserable because it is filled with Frenchmen, and Frenchmen are miserable because they live in France.
As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility, dreamy and demented, they turn slowly about the window in the first icy mists of morning, . . . [then] they fall down the curtains.
When you live in Texas, every single time you see snow it?s magical.
If not for you, winter wouldn’t hold no spring, couldn’t hear a robin sing. I just wouldn’t have a clue, if not for you.
Once, long ago in her world, a sunny day in spring was her favorite, but now a sunny day in winter delights her more. It is the perfect metaphor for their love. Sunshine on ice. She warms his frost. He cools her fever.
With women, the best part is the discovery. There’s nothing like the first time, nothing. You don’t know what life is until you undress a woman for the first time. A button at a time, like peeling a hot sweet potato on a winter’s night.
It is winter time, my friend; buy couple of breads; find a place calm and quiet and feed the birds; and for this action of yours, ask no more reward than their cheerful singings!
Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.
Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
On my skin for the winter, I like Hydracid C20 cream by SVR.
I read somewhere that Mitt and I have a ‘storybook marriage.’ Well, in the storybooks I read, there were never long, long, rainy winter afternoons in a house with five boys screaming at once. And those storybooks never seemed to have chapters called MS or breast cancer.
King Charles, who was also the Holy Roman Emperor, lived and worked in hard bare rooms with no carpets, crowding to the fire in winter, using the window’s sunshine in summer.
The video for ‘Last Christmas’ was shot in the early winter of 1984 in the Swiss ski resort of Saas Fee. It was a glorious affair, and the two days we spent shooting it were a riot of laughter and fun, which I think comes across.
The first year I had money, I really went shopping. I got really caught up in it. I bought all my brothers sets of luggage, and I bought ’em winter coats from Giorgio Armani – winter coats. And I got a pair of socks from this brother.
But see, Orion sheds unwholesome dews; Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse; Sharp Boreas blows, and nature feels decay, Time conquers all, and we must time obey.
Nothing is as easy to make as a promise this winter to do something next summer; this is how commencement speakers are caught.
Adversity draws men together and produces beauty and harmony in life’s relationships, just as the cold of winter produces ice-flowers on the window-panes, which vanish with the warmth.
One is never 100 per cent motivated. In winter, when it’s raining and you have to go and play a small team in the north, I won’t reveal what passes through your mind when you’re getting out of the bus.
The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter
The spring, summer, is quite a hectic time for people in their lives, but then it comes to autumn, and to winter, and you can’t but help think back to the year that was, and then hopefully looking forward to the year that is approaching.
A Child will make two Dishes at an Entertainment for Friends; and when the Family dines alone, the fore or hind Quarter will makea reasonable Dish; and seasoned with a little Pepper or Salt, will be very good Boiled on the fourth Day, especially in Winter.
Nothing is as tedious as the limping days, When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways, And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom, Assumes control of fate’s immortal loom
The warrior may fight for gold or for an immediate gain, or for something to take home for the winter to feed the family. The soldier is part of a more complex society. He’s fighting for a group ethic of some sort.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
As a child, I was an obsessive reader, as was everybody in my family all winter long with my father. I think I was only 8 when I read Edward Gibbon’s ‘The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.’
One disagreeable result of whispering is that it seems to evoke an atmosphere of silence, haunted by the ghosts of sound – strange cracks and tickings, the rustling of garments that have no substance in them, and the tread of dreadful feet that would leave no mark on the sea-sand or the winter snow.
My father was a prosperous hatter-farmer – making hats for the local markets during the winter months, tilling his little ten-acre farm during the summer time.
Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.
A long summer always meant a long winter to come.
The heart can get really cold if all you’ve known is winter.
The last dregs of winter spoiling the taste of everything.
When Spring unlocks the flowers To paint the laughing soil; When summer’s balmy breezes Refresh the mower’s toil; When winter holds in frosty chains The fallow and the flood; In God the earth rejoices still, And owns her Maker good.
Snowy winter, a plentiful harvest.
Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.
But Dr. Smith says, and I believe it to be a true state of the case, that he himself gave a course of Lectures in Natural Philosophy, during the same winter, and that the money raised by them was also applied towards paying for the Orrery.
If he was winter, I was summer. If I was sunshine, he was night. A dark and stormy one.
I’d studied dance in Chicago every summer end taught it all winter, and I was well-rounded. I wasn’t worried about getting a job on Broadway. In fact, I got one the first week.
So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter’s chill.
New York, hands down. I don’t want to be there in the winter, but even then it’s an amazing place.
Every day, I walk with my dog – summer, winter (it gets -20 F in Saint Paul), rain or shine. The nicer the day, of course, the longer the walk.
Feathered with hoarfrost, skeletal trees loom closer; fog shrouded arches.
When I was 13, tennis became more of my life. It’s when I gave up skiing, I gave up winter sports. I still played varsity basketball my freshman year of high school – basketball was the last sport I gave up for my tennis.
Tis a sad day when ye ha’ t’ pinch yerself t’ see if ye’re awake or in th’ midst o’ a night terror. ‘Tis a really sad day when ye have t’ pinch yerself twice.” Old woman Nora to her three wee granddaughters on a cold winter’s night
I think bare legs in winter are idiotic. Unless your naked pins are toned, tanned and veinless, it’s best to cover up. There is nothing more elegant in winter than dark tights worn with matching knee-length boots and a belted trench coat.
Nike Air Zooms are what I usually run in. In the kitchen, I wear a beaten-up pair of Converse All-Stars in winter and Keds in summer.
Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with reverent attention.
Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter’s cold and summer’s parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?
I think of no news to tell you. It is a serene summer day here, all above the snow. The hens steal their nests, and I steal theireggs still, as formerly. This is what I do with the hands. Ah, labor,–it is a divine institution, and conversation with many men and hens.
When she sees the leaves fall, they raise no other idea in her mind than that winter is approaching.
The tears I gratified him with were fake ones. Ones that set off my green eyes the way diamonds set off emeralds. And it worked. If you dazzled a man with green eyes, he will be so hypnotized that he won’t notice there is someone inside the eyes spying on him. – Vida Winters Page 268
I think the Winter Olympics are definitely on a smaller scale than the summer games, but with the inclusion of cool new sports like slope style skiing and snowboarding, it is going to breathe new life into them and attract a whole new crowd.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
I remember my dad took my ice skates. One day I asked my mum: ‘Where are my ice skates?’ because I loved to skate in the winter. And she said through tears: ‘Dad is selling them now… we don’t have money for this week.’
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening – no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.
When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
I’m an actress that’s game for anything. I would love to do a movie like ‘Winter’s Bone.’
Winter’s notion of poetry is tragedy. It knows nothing of comedy. Its laughter was frozen on its lips long ago.
When many plants are out of the picture in winter, it becomes clear that many of them should be pitched out. It’s also much easier to do that before they come up and begin to talk to us.
I who all the Winter through,
Cherished other loves than you
And kept hands with hoary policy in marriage-bed and pew;
Now I know the false and true,
For the earnest sun looks through,
And my old love comes to meet me in the dawning and the dew.
Cherished other loves than you
And kept hands with hoary policy in marriage-bed and pew;
Now I know the false and true,
For the earnest sun looks through,
And my old love comes to meet me in the dawning and the dew.
Winter lingered so long in the lap of Spring that it occasioned a great deal of talk.
Cheerfulness ought to be the viaticum vitae of their life to the old; age without cheerfulness is a Lapland winter without a sun.
Bankers are lynxes. To expect any gratitude from them is equivalent to attempting to move the wolves of the Ukraine to pity in the middle of winter.
Winter is a terrible time for thin people – terrible! Why should it hound them down, fasten on them, worry them so? Why not, for a change, take a nip, take a snap at the fat ones who wouldn’t notice? But no! It is sleek, warm, cat-like summer that makes the fat one’s life a misery. Winter is all for bones.
I love the simple poetry of theater, where you can stand in a spotlight on a stage and wrap a coat around you, and say, ‘It was 1860 and it was winter…’
Now the Earth’s face is lathered white with shaving soap It’s a long time till the razor once more makes its face smooth and fresh and green.
I know what the problem is, of course. The disorientation, the distraction, the difficulty focusing – all classic Phase One signs of deliria. But I don’t care. If pneumonia felt this good I’d stand out in the snow in the winter with bare feet and no coat, or march into the hospital and kiss pneumonia patients
Seasonality in winter doesn’t have to mean sleep-inducing, stew-like, starchy casseroles.
Winter is the time for study, you know, and the colder it is the more studious we are.
I don’t think there is just one Louis Vuitton woman. That is why, for the fall/winter 2011 show, I loved the idea of lots of different characters – a wife, a mistress, a girlfriend – stepping out of the row of hotel elevators.
Late February days; and now, at last,
Might you have thought that
Winter’s woe was past;
So fair the sky was and so soft the air.
Might you have thought that
Winter’s woe was past;
So fair the sky was and so soft the air.
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will changeit,I’mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneatha source of little visible delight but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff.
Meditate. Live purely. Be quiet. Do your work with mastery. Like the moon, come out from behind the clouds! Shine.
When Love And Jealousy Collide On The Slopes, Winter Break Turns Deadly
Winter = baking season. It’s on.
Rivalry is one of the factors pushing me. While my back was turned, the Norwegians managed to achieve the first Arctic crossing in winter. I didn’t want the same to happen in the Antarctic.
As white snowflakes fall quietly and thickly on a winter day, answers to prayer will settle down upon you at every step you take, even to your dying day. The story of your life will be the story of prayer and answers to prayer.
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.
When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.
Deep in the winter plain, two armies Dig their machinery, to destroy each other. Men freeze and hunger. No one is given leave On either side, except the dead, and wounded.
Just when they thought I was done for the winter, I came out stuntin I’m such a big spender.
In the cold dark days of the winter, dream about the flowers to get warmed up!
Clothes as text, clothes as narration, clothes as a story. Clothes as the story of our lives. And if you were to gather all the clothes you have ever owned in all your life, each baby shoe and winter coat and wedding dress, you would have your autobiography.
The hush comes with the deepening of Autumn; but it comes gradually. Our ears are attuned to it, day by quieter day. But even now, if one awakens in the deep darkness of the small hours, one can hear it, a foretaste of Winter silence. It’s a little painful now, and a little lonely because it is so strange.
A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.
A great number of soundings, mainly along the continental slope of the New England States were also taken by the vessels of the United States Fish Commission. Important soundings were made by the United States Fish Commission steamer ALBATROSS in the Caribbean, during the winter of 1883-1884.
It’s a great time to book vacation travel for the winter, .. After the first of the year, airplanes are empty, resorts are empty, and they are very excited to get early bookings.
Learn to love the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow on a winter day.
There are stories about winter ghosts found tangled like lice in their lovers’ hair. Dead people have no hair themselves, which is how they can be recognized in winter. But in summer, the living and dead may pass each other on the street, and no one knows the difference.
Winter was nothing but a season of snow; spring, allergies; and summer…It was the worst. That was swimsuit season.
Friendship that flows from the heart cannot be frozen by adversity, as the water that flows from the spring cannogt congeal in winter.
I am a fan of winter sports.
Just remember, during the winter, far beneath the bitter snow, that there’s a seed that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes a rose.
The ground has on its clothes. The trees poke out of sheets and each branch wears the sock of God.
My face and skin trick is to moisturise well in the winter time, because the weather eats up your skin, and I never go to sleep with make up on. Someone told me it ages you ten years.
In the immediate aftermath of the hurricane, I sent a letter to EPA Administrator Stephen L Johnson urging him to waive regulations to allow for the early sale of winter grade fuel to help with gasoline shortages and gasoline prices.
Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
By the end of the winter, I’m always battling too-tight pants. My solution: Eat lean protein, good grains, and veggies.
I don’t mind your showing me your legs. They’re very swell legs and it’s a pleasure to make their acquaintance. I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings. But don’t waste your time trying to cross-examine me.
In the long winter evenings he talked to Ma about the Western country. In the West the land was level, and there were no trees. The grass grew thick and high.
Pretty it’s pretty good for me because I’m over here in the winters. It’s really improved my golf game.
In winter we behold the charms of solemn majesty and naked grandeur.
You have to take it upon yourself and preserve and can foods that you’ll want for the winter.
A sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter. It is the fruit of the equal marriage of the sun and frost.
I was a sports nut. I stayed after school probably three hours every day – from fall, to winter, to spring. I went from football to basketball to track and it started all over again. I loved all of it. I just loved being an athlete and all that it entailed. It really accounts for who I am.
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
When I read Daniel Woodrell’s novel ‘Winter’s Bone,’ I was drawn to the characters, the setting, and the sound of the dialog.
I get up very early in the morning. I enjoy the quietness, the stillness, the rawness in the winter and fall. It’s a special time.
What a severe yet master artist old Winter is… No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel.
One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie.
The Hero cares not for a wild winter’s storm. For it carries him swift on the back of the storm. All may be lost and our hearts may be worn, but a Hero fights forever.
Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village. downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I’ve been up all night, talking, talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues shout blind on the phonograph
I rented a summer home in the winter on Long Island, I took long walks, and then I ended up moving to Woodstock. It was a fertile musical area and time, and I played with a lot of different musicians there, including getting into women’s music, and I ended up playing with Cris Williamson.
I played at school then signed up with Leicestershire when I was 18, for ВЈ20 per week. In those days cricket wasn’t a full-time job; in the winter you had nothing to do.
Thankfulness grows best in the seed-bed of conviction, just as some plants must be placed in the soil in the winter if they are to flower in the summer.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
Heating bills this winter are the highest they’ve been in five years, but President Bush has a plan to combat rising bills. It’s called global warming.
I remember taking a 4×4 up the Sani Pass in South Africa, which goes up into Lesotho. It’s a dangerous hairpin trail on this treacherous road and I went up in winter. Half of the road stays in the shade. We turned the corner on this hairpin and just hit black ice.
I played rugby in the winter, cricket in the summer, and for a brief period was on the books at Cardiff City. Athletics was only sports day for me. In fact, I never really liked it. I was never too keen on a sport that didn’t have a ball at your feet.
Toughing out the winter is a dedication to my heritage, both in terms of not going ‘soft’ by kowtowing to nature’s volatility and staying physically close to my family in New England. I don’t run from that kind of pressure.
But love, whether in Multan or on Siberia’s icy tundra, whether in the winter or the summer, whether among the rich or the poor, whether among the beautiful or the ugly, whether among the crude or refined, love is always just love. There’s no difference.
There are three reasons for becoming a writer: the first is that you need the money; the second that you have something to say that you think the world should know; the third is that you can’t think what to do with the long winter evenings.
Retirement shouldn’t be making the choice between buying much-needed medication or putting food on the table; making the choice between heating an apartment in the cold winter months or paying rent; making the choice between paying a phone bill or seeing a doctor.
If there were no tribulation, there would be no rest; if there were no winter, there would be no summer.
The time will come when every change shall cease,
This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace:
No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze;
Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal now shall ever last.
This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace:
No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze;
Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal now shall ever last.
Spring is the usual period for house-cleaning and removing the dust and dirt which, notwithstanding all precautions, will accumulate during the winter months from dust, smoke, gas, etc.
I grew up in New Hampshire. My closest neighbor was a mile away. The deer and the raccoons were my friends. So I would spend time walking through the woods, looking for the most beautiful tropical thing that can survive the winter in the woods in New Hampshire.
Christmas to me is very much about family and the depths of winter.
With the advent of winter, her eyes seemed to take on a greater transparency, a transparency that lead nowhere. Occassionally, for no particular reason, Naoko would gaze into my eyes as if searching for something. Each time I was filled with odd sensations of lonliness and inadequecy.
Normally, when I skydive, even in winter, I wear very thin gloves. I want to be flexible, with fast reactions.
I was modeling overseas but, during the holiday seasons, summer and winter, I came back to Korea for some time and I took acting lessons for about a month at a time.
I hear from my Inuit and Yupik relatives up north that everything has changed. It’s so hot; there is not enough winter. Animals are confused. Ice is melting.
California, where the spring comes in the fall and the fall comes in the summer and the summer comes in the winter and the winter never comes at all.
I have a list of stuff I need to do during the day. I try to do a couple of hours of professional stuff, be it hockey stuff I haven’t gotten to the last little while, husband stuff, everything to repairing stuff around the house that I neglected around the winter.
… the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.
The Progressive Blues Experiment, Johnny Winter… and Still Alive and Well is my favorite rock record
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness? You only truly, deeply appreciate and are grateful for something when you compare and contrast it to something worse.
In the winter, my failsafe dinner party menu has to be my roast chicken or a creamy fish pie with mashed potatoes on top, followed by something like a tarte tatin. My cooking style is quite homely.
I’m a big fan of Bio Oil. You can get it at CVS. I just mix it in with my moisturizer – I use a lot – and I think it helps keep my skin hydrated in the middle of the winter.
For watching sports, I tend to drink Guinness; early evenings always begin well with a Grey Goose and tonic with plenty of lime; and on a cold winter’s night, there’s nothing quite like a glass of Black Maple Hill… an absolute peach of a bourbon.
My favorite holiday memory was sitting at home all day in my pajamas during winter break for school watching a bunch of old Christmas movies like ‘Jack Frost’ and ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’ with my siblings and parents.
It’s almost as if the Swedes have two different personalities: one for winter and one for summer. I am both a happy and a melancholic person. It’s complex as I get so much from life.
I straighten my hair very few times throughout the year, and it’s only in the cold winter months because it’s the only time my hair will stay straight. If there is, like, a tiny bit of humidity in the air, it’s curly again.
The Bowery Hotel is always a great place to meet people for drinks. It’s so cozy in there, especially in the late fall and winter.
Those who know the sport of swimming understand that the grueling practices that fill a pre-Olympic winter lay the base for any success that might come later in the Games, especially if one has it in mind to swim an astonishing eight events.
For a hundred and fifty years, in the pasture of dead horses,
roots of pine trees pushed through the pale curves of your ribs,
yellow blossoms flourished above you in autumn, and in winter
frost heaved your bones in the ground–old toilers, soil makers:
O Roger, Mackerel, Riley, Ned, Nellie, Chester, Lady Ghost.
roots of pine trees pushed through the pale curves of your ribs,
yellow blossoms flourished above you in autumn, and in winter
frost heaved your bones in the ground–old toilers, soil makers:
O Roger, Mackerel, Riley, Ned, Nellie, Chester, Lady Ghost.
There are a thousand flowers blossoming in spring, The magical light of the full moon in autumn; There is a breeze in summer, And snow in winter; And if vanities don’t hang in my mind, I shall rejoice at any time and place.
Words like ‘unputdownable’ and ‘irresistible’ are simply not enough for Cat Winters’s In the Shadow of Blackbirds. Days after finishing this story, it remains the first thought I have in the morning, and the thing that haunts me until I sleep.
Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking
From the days when it was always summer in Eden, to these days when it is mostly winter in fallen latitudes, the world of a man has invariably gone one way Charles Darnay’s way the way of the love of a woman
Ambassador Winters, allow me to introduce my aunt Abby and her….boyfriend.’ Townsed tensed. Abby glared. And Rebecca Baxter looked like she was going to choke on her chewing gum.
All still when summer is over stand shocks in the field, nothing left to whisper, not even good-bye, to the wind. After summer was over we knew winter would come: we knew silence would wait, tall, patient calm.
I’m a huge fan of Jonathan Winters. He’s influenced everyone who’s ever done improvisational comedy. You look to Jonathan Winters for inspiration. He paved the way. If you’ve ever made up something on the spot and made somebody laugh, you can credit Jonathan Winters with inspiration.
What was that you gave me to eat?” Winter panicked. A Filler Crisp,” Clover said, his eyes seventy percent concerned and thirty percent mischievous.
When I grew up there wasn’t air-conditioning or anything of that nature, and this old car had a wall thickness of about ten inches. So we had a little warmer house in the winter and a little cooler in the summer.
I could have screamed, but I didn’t. I could have fought, but I didn’t. I just lay there and let it happen, watching the winter-white sky go gray above me.
I have commenced my auspicious reign and am in quiet possession of the Presidential Mansion… this winter I intend to do something in the way of entertaining that shall be the admiration and talk of all Washington world.
It’s always sunny here in Cali, even in the winter.
An academical system without the personal influence of teachers on pupils, is an arctic winter; it will create an icebound, petrified, cast-iron University, and nothing else.
I soared above the song birds
And never heard them sing
I lived my life in winter
And then you brought the spring
And never heard them sing
I lived my life in winter
And then you brought the spring
To a hikikomori, winter is painful because everything feels cold, frozen over, and lonely. To a hikikomori, spring is also painful because everyone is in a good mood and therefore enviable. Summer, of course, is especially painful.
Being critical of yourself is important sometimes: not during the season, because you need to be confident, but during the winter, it’s always a good time to look at yourself in the mirror and say, ‘This, this, and this I need to improve.’ That’s how it is.
Spring’s an expansive time: yet I don’t trust
March with its peck of dust,
Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,
Nor even May, whose flowers
One frost may wither thro’ the sunless hours.
March with its peck of dust,
Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,
Nor even May, whose flowers
One frost may wither thro’ the sunless hours.
I enjoy the cleaning up – something about the getting of things in order for winter – making the garden secure – a battening down of hatches perhaps… It just feels right.
Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles.
Global trade has advantages. For starters, it allows those of us who live through winter to eat fresh produce year-round. And it provides economic benefits to farmers who grow that food.
A man with a warm heart is no different than a warm house in the middle of a bitter winter!
Ah, the intractable Canadian problem: Winter and finery are basically incompatible.
All human life has its seasons and cycles, and no one’s personal chaos can be permanent. Winter, after all, gives way to spring and summer, though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, and that summer, but they do, and always.
Don’t get me wrong – it’s amazing playing basketball. But being 19 years old, playing and interacting with grown men with families wasn’t fun all the time, especially during a grueling 82-game season. That, mixed with Toronto’s freezing winter climate, made me miss my buddies back at Tech even more.
Prosperity this Winter is going to be enjoyed by everybody that is fortunate enough to get into the poor farm.
Here in Beacon, I feel like this was the worst year yet. The entire town, like a lot of winter towns, just kind of holed up in the winter.
I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes.
I wore No. 24 at the 1988 Winter Olympics in Calgary, Canada – one bib on the back and one on the front – and those are like my medals.
I think he just gets like this sometimes. Like he needs to pull away. I think of it like winter. During winter, it isn’t that the sun is gone (or cheating on you with another planet). You can still see it in the sky. It’s just farther away.
I wear Sweet Revenge, the legging boots, a lot particularly in the winter.
Not playing every day, I kind of healed up a little bit from the little injuries that I had the year before. Then, when I got home this winter and my body wasn’t beat up, I said, ‘Wait a minute, this may work out.’
I would say just the weather in Vancouver in the winter can be kind of unforgiving.
There is no pressure on me, I can take a lot of risks in the coming weeks. I feel free to ski the way I decide on race-day because the overall title was not my main target this winter.
The sparrow flies south for the winter.
You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tale. -Peeta Mellark
The common thread between ‘Moon Shoes’ and ‘Midnight Moonlight’ would definitely be their connection to the moon. However, I feel they both capture a very different quality of the moon. Perhaps ‘Moon Shoes’ epitomizes the moon during the summer, while ‘Midnight Moonlight’ the winter.
I have run with the Olympic Torch during the 2012 summer games in London and the 2014 winter games in Sochi.
Wisdom comes with winters
I was never afraid of getting up early and practice for many hours. I often go to practice very early during winter.
There are having flowers in Spring, breezes in Summer, moon in Autumn, snows in Winter. If there is nothing worrying over you, it will be the best seasons at all times.
In this world, only winter is certain
I love the winter produce – apples, squashes and pumpkins.
Caves are beautiful things you know. They’re thermostatically controlled – warm when it’s cold out and cool when it’s warm. Very quiet. Nobody there. Especially in the winter – it was perfect. Also, because it’s a cave, you can’t do much with it.
Coaches who shoot par in the summer are the guys I want on my schedule in the winter.
I always enjoy Oslo. It’s a beautiful city, especially on a cold winter day.
When summer is over, winter becomes sad too, because opposites often admire each other secretly!
They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods
There are four seasons in a year: Winter, Spring, Summer and Colour!
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.
And for winter fly-fishing it is as useful as an almanac out of date.
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
We loiter in winter while it is already spring.
Which is the woman, which the child? The joyous laugh that opens doors, steals sugared moments from the shelf? Or the dreamer mixing metaphors with tears to make a book of self To read aloud in winter’s rooms When summer’s sounds have ceased to bloom?
Again the blackbirds sings; the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, And tremble in the April showers The tassels of the maple flowers.
I’ve been into 3IOB since ‘Battle Cry Under a Winter’s Sun.’ I’ve wanted to work with them since.
When one has faith that the spring thaw will arrive, the winter winds seem to lose some of their punch.
The best thing about a British winter is the cold weather, real fires, frosty mornings. I love living somewhere that has proper seasons.
Known colloquially as ‘winter,’ ‘golden needle,’ and ‘velvet foot’ mushrooms, enoki mushrooms grow across much of the world, inhabiting dead conifer trees and stumps, and generally appearing throughout the late fall and winter months.
A fan sent me a pair of fluffy winter socks, and I was like, ‘Oh, that’s cool. I’ll wear them to bed. It’s cold; it’s winter.’ But they were worn. They were black underneath, and they stunk, and I hate feet. She was like, ‘I’m giving you my favorite pair.’
I love summertime more than anything else in the world. That is the only thing that gets me through the winter, knowing that summer is going to be there.
In winter, when the dismal rain
Comes down in slanting lines,
And Wind, that grand old harper, smote
His thunder-harp of pines.
Comes down in slanting lines,
And Wind, that grand old harper, smote
His thunder-harp of pines.
Like when you sit in front of a fire in winter — you are just there in front of the fire. You don’t have to be smart or anything. The fire warms you.
The prediction of nuclear winter is drawn not, of course, from any direct experience with the consequences of global nuclear war, but rather from an investigation of the governing physics.
They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a man’s laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death,” Ned said evenly. “Perhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor.
In the Arctic, the Inuit are saying water and land are the same; they’re an unbroken unity. In the winter, you travel on the ice because it’s the linkage and the easiest way, and in the summer, you move around on the water.
He thinks with regret of the great days when he could at harvest time at least go down into Hungary and work on the big estates and bring back, as his wage, a side of bacon for the winter. That was wealth, to him.
During the winter, you head out into the darkness for a run. When spring comes, and the first crocus pokes up its head…you know it was worthwhile.
I am the sort of athlete who participates in a lot of winter sports – basketball, for example, is an activity that I’ll spend many hours a week watching.
Life is filled with rhythms-day and night, hot and cold, summer and winter, spring and fall, cloudy and clear. Likewise in a relationship, men and women have their own rhythms and cycles.
The Olympic Charter says winter sports must be played on snow or ice, so the Chess Federation says they’ll play with ice pieces. The Olympic charter also says sports must be sports.
All day the darkness and the cold
Upon my heart have lain
Like shadows on the winter sky
Like frost upon the pane
Upon my heart have lain
Like shadows on the winter sky
Like frost upon the pane
For winter’s rains and ruins are over… And in Green under wood and cover Blossum by blossom the spring begins.
O, Winter! Put away thy snowy pride;
O, Spring! Neglect the cowslip and the bell;
O, Summer! Throw thy pears and plums aside;
O, Autumn! Bid the grape with poison swell.
O, Spring! Neglect the cowslip and the bell;
O, Summer! Throw thy pears and plums aside;
O, Autumn! Bid the grape with poison swell.
The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.
There is a slumbering subterranean fire in nature which never goes out, and which no cold can chill.
There is but one season of the year when salmon should be served hot at a choice repast; that is in the spring and early summer, and even then it is too satisfying, nut sufficiently delicate. The man who gives salmon during the winter, I care not what sauce he serves with it, does an injury to himself and his guests.
When I breathe,
This sound in my chest
Lonelier than the winter wind
This sound in my chest
Lonelier than the winter wind
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
Over the river and through the wood,
To grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh,
Through the white and drifted snow.
To grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh,
Through the white and drifted snow.
It is the sea that whitens the roof. The sea drifts through the winter air. It is the sea that the north wind makes. The sea is in the falling snow.
In recent years, I’ve begun the year by driving across France to the Alps, abandoning the January gloom for Alpine winter sun, even if the ski-goggles do give you panda marks when you get a tan. As a child, I was always a bit of a billygoat when I’d go camping with my mates in North Wales, around Snowdonia.
Every time I jog through the world, I am awed by what I find. On a winter morning, when it seems too cold and slippery for safe jogging or bicycling, I can still go out and experience the glory of sunlight turning icy branches into strings of sparkling diamonds.
The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.
I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.
In winter I like sprawling novels, full of conflict and intrigue, and during the bleakest, coldest days of December I holed up with Nicola Griffith ‘s Hild, a book of love and sex and war and religious upheaval, and I recommend it even over the warmest pair of Sorels.
Antisthenes says that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.
One of the best gifts you can give to an animal is a donation of a blanket to your local animal shelter during the winter months.
I loved going to our winter training camps in Perth, Western Australia, when I was competing as a cyclist.
money … is only important when you have none; and though it may not be everything, it goes a very long way towards blocking up the winter draft of age.
The force that makes the winter grow Its feathered hexagons of snow , and drives the bee to match at home Their calculated honeycomb, Is abacus and rose combined. An icy sweetness fills my mind , A sense that under thing and wing Lies, taut yet living , coiled, the spring .
We are the last remaining country to allow ourselves two breaks in the season. You just have to look at England, Italy and Spain, they play right through the season. We on the other hand take six weeks off in the winter until the end of January, and that is a luxury.
Every morning, just like in Alabama, I got up with the sun, ate my breakfast even before my mother and sisters and brothers, and went to school, winter, spring, and fall alike to run and jump and bend my body this way and that for Mr. Charles Riley.
Youth has its romance, and maturity its wisdom, as morning and spring have their freshness, noon and summer their power, night and winter their repose. Each attribute is good in its own season.
I remember being banned from other houses as a younger child during the winter holiday season; I was the only one who didn’t believe in Santa Claus, and I was ruining everyone’s Christmas.
When I heard that there were artists, I wished I could some time be one. If I could only make a rose bloom on paper, I thought I should be happy! Or if I could at last succeed in drawing the outline of winter-stripped boughs as I saw them against the sky, it seemed to me that I should be willing to spend years in trying.
Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter’s pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
The winter period between September and March in this country, when land sits fallow and is subject to topsoil loss, we could be enriching the soil and growing all the biomass we need to replace imported gasoline.
The Christians stole the winter solstice from the pagans, and capitalism stole it from the Christians.
Any climate scientist will tell you that an unusually warm month – or even a whole warm winter – doesn’t mean much. It’s the long-term trend that counts.
Our shipment of mowers was lost at sea and while we waited, winter descended and covered our green lawns with snow. That taught me a key lesson, the importance of timing. The shipping company lost the lawnmowers! By the time they showed up no one wanted them, as you can’t cut grass when it’s covered with snow.
Winter in Peking is insurpassable, unless indeed it is surpassed by the other seasons in that blessed city. For Peking is a city clearly marked by the seasons, each perfect in its own way and each different from the others.
Dying is so simple. A fleeting moment of suffering. In the blink of an eye you are over the threshold, into another world. No more pain, no more fears. You sleep so well there. Dying is like rubbing snow together, setting fire to a whole winter of cold and ice.
Winter is 100% my favourite time of year. I’m not a summer baby.
No tribal rite has yet been recorded which attempts to keep winter from descending; on the contrary: the rites all prepare the community to endure, together with the rest of nature, the season of the terrible cold.
I have no idea how to dress for the winter. I tend to end up wearing tracksuits and a beanie most of the time.
I absolutely love going to hot yoga in the winter. It feels amazing when you walk there in the cold, and then get into this peaceful, heated room to meditate and stretch.
In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.
Winter blues are cured every time with a potato gratin paired with a roast chicken.
The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
You may tell by looking at any twig of the forest, ay, at your very wood-pile, whether its winter is past or not.
A large part of Canada heads for Florida, California, and Hawaii in the winter to get away from the snow.
I did my first winter in New York and that was tough. So to get the opportunity to go somewhere where it’s warm again, I think that played a major part in my plan.
My wife and I always have a winter holiday that I call the “fly and flop”. In January and February, you don’t want culture, you just want to get your bones warm and eat, drink, sleep. We usually go to the Caribbean.
Spring starts in January in the Ozarks, lurches on in a complicated way, with spurts and setbacks, until May. Then, early in May, there is a cold spell known as blackberry winter because it comes when blackberries bloom. It is a worrisome week for anyone who farms.
Where, twisted round the barren oak,
The summer vine in beauty clung,
And summer winds the stillness broke,
The crystal icicle is hung.
The summer vine in beauty clung,
And summer winds the stillness broke,
The crystal icicle is hung.
When the snow is still blowing against the window-pane in January and February and the wild winds are howling without, what pleasure it is to plan for summer that is to be.
During the winter when the weather is too poor to work outside, I do use drawings and photographs, but I change my work so it is not just a time and place study.
Winter sports aren’t my thing. You can have your boards and blades and your glacier-gripping cleats: My feet prefer to negotiate the ground on a pair of dependable soles.
In New York, they understood that my country was not a country, but winter. And that my road was not really a road, but snow.
Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
I look forward to going to Chicago because it’s where I grew up, and the food there is so munch. Especially during the winter, I get deep dish pizza or Italian beef, and it warms me up. It’s something I don’t normally get, especially here in L.A. where you’re always trying to be healthy.
There were some times when we did the winter scenes in the summer, and I had to wear that silly fur coat. Oh, my Lord! I was perspiring!
All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.
Why are we so attached to the severities of the past? Why are we so proud of having endured our fathers and our mothers, the fireless days and the meatless days, the cold winters and the sharp tongues? It’s not as if we had a choice.
Cities are natural, that’s why they’re everywhere. It’s not like there’s only one city, and everybody’s like ‘What the f**k is this?’ No, cities are all over the place. They’re natural. You know what’s not natural? You, in the middle of the mountains, in the middle of the winter.
I’m from Sweden, so I don’t enjoy winter at all; there’s nothing cute about it.
Seems like the cold would never go away and winter would be like the bottom of my feet but then it is gone in one night and in its place comes the sun so large and laughable.
If we fail to develop a national coordinated response, based in science, I fear the pandemic will get far worse and be prolonged, causing unprecedented illness and fatalities. Without better planning, 2020 could be the darkest winter in modern history.
I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper and the old men and old women warmer in the winter and happier in the summer.
A fine horse or a beautiful woman, I cannot look at them unmoved, even now when seventy winters have chilled my blood.
As winter approaches – bringing cold weather and family drama – we crave page-turners, books made for long nights and tryptophan-induced sloth.
Winter is coming, we know what’s coming with it. We can learn to live with the wildlings, or we can add them to the army of the dead.
The winter’s a little bit daunting in Montana.
For families flying out of the U.K. for a winter getaway, airports should be the ideal place to pick up a bargain.
Linus: It was a short summer, Charlie Brown. Charlie Brown: And it looks like it’s gonna be a looong winter.
Anyone who has lived through an English winter can see the point of building Stonehenge to make the Sun come back.
I played everything. I played lacrosse, baseball, hockey, soccer, track and field. I was a big believer that you played hockey in the winter and when the season was over you hung up your skates and you played something else.
The sparrows are preparing for winter, each one dressed in a plain brown coat and singing a cheerful song.
Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, Startle the forest and make the heights tremble. Clouds darken beneath the darkness of rain, streams pale with a pallor of mist. The gods of Thunder and Lightning Shatter the whole range.
Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with
Grace grows best in winter.
Heliotrope. To be sowed in the spring. A delicious flower, but I suspect it must be planted in boxes and kept in the house in the winter. The smell rewards the care.
I love winter fashion like woolly coats, hats and boots and being cosy by the fire. Autumn and early spring walks in the park are lovely, but rainy walks with our dog Potato every morning are just too much.
Moonless winter night-
a billow of rising fog
hides the distant pines
a billow of rising fog
hides the distant pines
So, timely you came, and well you chose, You came when most needed, my winter rose. From the snow I pluck you, and fondly press Your leaves ‘twixt the leaves of my leaflessness.
Where has thou been all the dumb winter days When neither sunlight was nor smile of flowers, Neither life, nor love, nor frolic, Only expanse melancholic, With never a note of thy exhilarating lays?
How many lessons of faith and beauty we should lose, if there were no winter in our year!
Displease the Winter King and we’ll none of us see another spring.
Although farming of any sort was almost as impossible in the plains as in the dry regions of winter rains farther west, the abundance of buffaloes made life much easier in many respects.
I remember the ’70s constantly being winter in Manchester and the Irish community in Manchester closing ranks because of the IRA bombings in Birmingham and Manchester, and you know the bin-workers’ strike, all wrapped up in it… They were violent times. Violence at home and violence at football matches.
I travel pretty much every weekend of the summer. And then during the winter, I still do appearances and a couple contests here and there.
In the northern hemisphere, always dressing according to the season: bare arms in spring (however cold it is) and woolen jacket in winter (however hot it is).
Now is the winter of our discontent.
One leaf left on a branch and not a sound of sadness or despair. One leaf left on a branch and no unhappiness. One leaf left all by itself in the air and it does not speak of loneliness or death. One leaf and it spends itself in swaying mildly in the breeze.
Dried porcini add a substantial, deep flavour to otherwise more neutral vegetables. I use them in risottos, mashed roots and winter soups.
Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
I love collard greens and sweet potatoes. But like, traveling, I’m always just looking for that thing where you feel like there’s love in the food. Like one of the best things, in Brazil it’s feijoada. I was in Tobago in the winter, and I had the best roti I’ve ever had, with curry goat.
What made the days leading up to the iPhone launch even crazier was that Apple had pulled off the greatest disappearing act in tech promotion history. In January 2007, Jobs announced the long-awaited iPhone. But somewhere that winter, the iPhone vanished.
Before the bud swells, before the grass springs, before the plough is started, comes the sugar harvest. It is sequel of the bitter frost; a sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter.
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
I loved having bonfires in the winter with my friends in the backyard.
As sure as the spring will follow the winter, prosperity and economic growth will follow recession.
Along with rising and falling water, winter is the province of wind. When the sea-breath and mountain-roar bend the hemlocks of these hills, the birds hang on as best they can.
Jameel McCline acts as if attacking Wladimir Klitschko is akin to attacking Russia during winter
I like cool jackets – a nice fall or winter coat. You can get a lot of use out of it, and you’ll wear it frequently, so it can really set the tone of your uniform for the season.
We live in the country, and I have a huge library there. When we go to London for the winter I never know which books to take. I never know what I am going to need. Thats the only disadvantage.
There is no winter break, and I think that is the most evil thing of this culture. It is not good for English football. It is not good for the clubs or the national team, and I think you should change it.
The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I’ve got sarcastic company.
I love the scents of winter! For me, it’s all about the feeling you get when you smell pumpkin spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, gingerbread and spruce.
Pro football is a game; not a war. It’s for win or lose, not life or death… but say that in the summer, for winter brings the playoffs, and a season is at stake.
People often become scholars for the same reason they become soldiers: simply because they are unfit for any other station. Their right hand has to earn them a livelihood; one might say they lie down like bears in winter and seek sustenance from their paws.
Winter dressing is all about having chic outerwear.
In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts.
Winter’s not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.
In the winter of 2012, as my fiftieth birthday approached, I began to write what turned into my autobiography, a look at my own life through the lens of food.
If the unemployed could eat plans and promises, they would be able to spend the winter on the Riviera.
Mama grizzlies mate later than other bears. They have two cubs instead of four. They wait four years – about twice as long as other bears – between having cubs. And after they’re pregnant, if winter is hard or their health is not good or the food supply is uncertain, they re-absorb the embryo into their body.
I love winter. It’s a beautiful time, but also a melancholic time, a reflective time, and I’d come to a point in my life where I felt I had to make certain decisions about my career.
If you’ve ever made up something on the spot and made somebody laugh, you can credit Jonathan Winters with inspiration.
Of Nature itself upon the soul; the sunrise, the haze of autumn, the winter starlight seem interlocutors; the prevailing sense is that of an exposition in poetry; a high discourse, the voice of the speaker seems to breathe as much from the landscape as from his own breast; it is Nature communing with the seer.
Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.
The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
Winter is ruthless and sometimes sullen and murderous. The wild winter North has gulped ten thousand summers down nor left a froth of sunshine on its lips.
I am suddenly comsumed by nostalgia for the little girl who was me, who loved the fields and believed in God, who spent winter days home sick from school reading Nancy Drew and sucking menthol cough drops, who could keep a secret.
The great Chicago teams when Tex Winter and Phil Jackson were there – the triangle was just amazing. I know Michael Jordan was great, but everybody touched the ball, everybody cut, everybody moved. It was just so hard to guard.
Of all the seasons, winter is the most conducive to the great art of dormancy. This art requires an appreciation of semi-consciousness: the beautiful and necessary prelude to sleep – a special pleasure in itself that is all too often neglected, under-valued or looked down upon.
I was writing rap at 12 years old and began writing songs as a 20-year-old. I think I wrote my first song in the winter of 2008-2009, when I was in Buenos Aires. I was writing about growing up and my boys back home.
Sometimes, with luck, we find the kind of true friend, male or female, that appears only two or three times in a lucky lifetime, one that will winter us and summer us, grieve, rejoice, and travel with us.
But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange and red, and red and orange and yellow, like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter’s evening. I remember them.
Show me a man who fishes in winter, and I’ll show you a fanatic. Actually, I’ll get the better of the deal, because for sheer spectacle a fanatic doesn’t hold a candle to a man who fishes in winter
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.
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more – O, weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
To deny that there was this dark side of life would be like pretending that the cold of winter was somehow only a temporary illusion, a way station on the way to the higher “reality” of long, warm, pleasant summers. But summer, it turned out, was no more real than the snow that melted in wintertime.
The change from storm and winter to serene and mild weather, from dark and sluggish hours to bright and elastic ones, is a memorable crisis which all things proclaim. It is seemingly instantaneous at last.
Art’s a staple. Like bread or wine or a warm coat in winter. Those who think it is a luxury have only a fragment of a mind. Man’s spirit grows hungry for art in the same way his stomach growls for food.
I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings.
February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.
I need a long, cold winter.
After clearing the land, planting the orchard, building the house and barn, and surviving the Great Depression, our father died suddenly one winter night when we were small, leaving us to learn about loss before we even knew its name.
I go out and take oysters, clams and mussels every 2 weeks or so during late fall, winter and early spring. I particularly like to go out when there is a below-average ebb tide because that exposes clamming grounds and oysters that are usually under water.
Don’t you like when the winter’s gone, And all of a sudden it starts gettin’ warm? The trees and the grass start lookin’ fresh, And the sun and sky be lookin’ their best.
Although it was the middle of winter, I finally realized that, within me, summer was inextinguishable.
I wanted to turn everything off, too. Just press a button – click – and shut myself down. Turn off my heart, turn off my mind, turn off my body – just lie there, senseless, like a dormant tree in winter, waiting for the spring to return.
I bring a poofy gray down jacket with me wherever I go. It’s meant for winter, but I use it most in the summer, when everyone cranks up the air-conditioning.
Every spring, I begin cutting my firewood for the upcoming winter. It should be cut months ahead of time so it will dry and cure.
We evolved living in more sunlight than today. We make our own vitamin D when sunlight hits our skin cells. Many people living in the northern hemisphere, however, suffer from lower levels of vitamin D during the fall, winter and spring.
Every [Alaskan] has witnessed climate change over the past fifty years. Our winters are warmer, our summers are longer, and our Arctic Village shores, once protected by sea ice are eroding.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
The first thing to be said about ‘Prague Winter,’ former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright’s new book, is that she very wisely chooses to confront early on in it her apparent surprise at learning late in life that she was born Jewish.
Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird’s throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
The winter will be long and bleak. Nature has a dismal aspect.
I love winter clothes. For me, it is all about choosing great materials and getting the right cut for your body – and then styling it right. For example, I love an oversized manly jacket, but I’ll team it with some girly heels.
The world’s great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn; Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam, Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Let’s say you have an ax. Just a cheap one, from Home Depot. On one bitter winter day, you use said ax to behead a man. Don’t worry, the man was already dead. Or maybe you should worry, because you’re the one who shot him.
Fall was slipping quietly into winter
Surely as cometh the Winter, I know
There are Spring violets under the snow.
There are Spring violets under the snow.
The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring.
It took me three years to learn to dress in the American way, especially in winter. That was just like me. I barely wear socks even now.
For well-being and health, again, the homestead should be airy in summer, and sunny in winter. A homestead possessing these qualities would be longer than it is deep; and its main front would face the south.
The indescribable innocence of and beneficence of Nature,-of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter,-such health, such cheer, they afford forever!
I have never seen snow and do not know what winter means.
What miracle of weird transforming Is this wild work of frost and light, This glimpse of glory infinite?
Why you decrepit old mage! You couldn’t turn water into ice in the dead of winter!
I was thinking about New York and realized how much I hate walking around in the winter and how much I dread getting on the train.
Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other, while the first snows of winter floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced all trace of the world.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you gotta do is call, and I’ll be there, ’cause you’ve got a friend.
My ideal meal varies, depending on the time of year. Lobster on a deck overlooking a beach at sunset is one – but all my kids have to be there, because they are all lobster-lovers. Making a bolognese sauce over pappardelle for my husband on a winter evening, because he loves my bolognese sauce and it’s his comfort food.
In your hands winter is a book with cloud pages that snow pearls of love.
Just to be able to say that I’m from Miami, Florida, in the Winter Olympics was an honor, and I’m proud to be able to say that I’m playing on the U.S. national team for baseball from Miami as a Cuban-American.
Winter sunshine is a fairy wand touching everything with a strange magic. It is like the smile of a friend in time of sorrow.
The harshest winter finds an invincible summer in us.
To put things back into perspective, back when we as people were struggling to survive through winters, or even through the night, I feel like there’s a lot of whining about whether or not you use Asian or the words Asian or Oriental, and how it’s going to offend somebody, I mean give me – I mean, just shut up.
It is said that God gave us memory so we could have roses in winter. But it is also true that without memory we could not have self in any season. The more memories you have, the more you have. That is why, as Swift said, No wise man ever wished to be younger.
I’m from Sweden so I don’t enjoy winter at all; there’s nothing cute about it.
But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my heart, when his snow flakes will whiten my locks, and his mists will dim my eyes. Then my friends will lie in their lonely grave, and I alone will remain like a solitary stalk forgotten by the reaper.
Early in the winter of 2002, I gave my life to the Lord. Before I was one, I always thought being a Christian would be boring. In reality, it has been the complete opposite.
There was a computer in our garage when I was growing up, and I’d go out there in winter and wrap myself in a blanket and write a story.
The winter of 1991 found me stunned and shivering in the aftermath of an imploded love affair. Being 26, I flung myself actorishly on London and, without any intimations of my own ludicrousness, spent two years showing God what I thought of Him by letting myself go.
Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves,
O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds
A-mourning go?
O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds
A-mourning go?
I love the idea of the winter rose that’s sort of sleeping underneath the soil. Underneath all the snow is this plant that was growing and developing and could present itself as this beautiful flower in this time where everything else around it is very barren.
Love can never grow old. Looks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter’s frost and chill, summer’s warmth is in them still.
I have nine children… and one of them is an invalid. Her mother is obliged to take her away in the winter, and when one bird is off the nest, the other has to go on.
I don’t have kids, a mortgage, or a car. That has let me hold out for the jobs I want to do, and to sit in a cold room in the winter with fingerless gloves, writing.
If the October days were a cordial like the sub-acids of fruit, these are a tonic like the wine of iron. Drink deep or be careful how you taste this December vintage. The first sip may chill, but a full draught warms and invigorates.
I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.
We must take root; send out some little fibre at least, even every winter day.
Everything is beautiful in it’s own way. Like the starry summer night, or a snow-covered winter’s day. And everybody’s beautiful in their own way. Under God’s heaven, the world’s gonna find the way.
We played all of the songs on the first Johnny Winter AND every day before we recorded them, so that when we got in the studio, it was totally easy, as we knew exactly what we wanted to do.
I grew up in Los Angeles, and I’ve made movies all over the world… I’ve been in New York, Norway, Chicago, Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, London – I’ve been in all these cities, shooting away in the winter, thinking, ‘People who choose to live here are insane.
I want to win trophies in the summer and not accolades in the winter.
If a guy hits .300 every year, what does he have to look forward to? I always tried to stay around .190, with three or four RBI. And I tried to get them all in September. That way I always had something to talk about during the winter.
While the behavior of the Russian government, Putin and Putin punks are abhorrent, nothing will be changed by boycotting the Sochi Winter Games. In fact, those who are appalled by the treatment of LGBT Russian citizens will lose an incredible opportunity for the world to show their disgust.
You see how when rivers are swollen in winter those trees that yield to the flood retain their branches, but those that offer resistance perish, trunk and all.
I still love Birkenstocks. I just think they are the most comfortable things; I even wear them in winter sometimes.
If you know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter and
road construction, you may live in Canada
road construction, you may live in Canada
It’s impossible to diet in monsoon and winter.
The consolations of space are nameless things. It was after the neurosis of winter. It was In the genius of summer that they blew up The statue of Jove among the boomy clouds. It took all day to quieten the sky And then to refill its emptiness again.
The counsels of old age give light without heat, like the sun in winter.
Adventure Bay is a convenient and safe place for any number of ships to take in wood and water during the summer months: but in the winter, when the southerly winds are strong, the surf, on all parts of the shore, makes the landing exceedingly troublesome.
Since the invention of the flush toilet and the vacuum carpet cleaner, the modern man seems to judge a man’s moral standards by his cleanliness, and thinks a dog the more highly civilized for having a weekly bath and a winter wrapper round his belly.
My mum was very conscious about fashion, and my dad was born into the tailoring tradition, so fashion has always been my life, although now, really, I wear the same thing – just in different weights – light and heavy cashmere in winter and cotton in summer. And jeans.
In youth, grief comes with a rush and overflow, but it dries up, too, like the torrent. In the winter of life it remains a miserable pool, resisting all evaporation.
I know climate change is a hoax – of course – but places that have never seen this type of winter weather got hit by it. More than a half a million southerners have been left in the dark — and then the storm hit.
Men have higher body temperatures than women. If your heating goes out in winter, I recommend sleeping next to a man. Men are like portable heaters that snore.
In Tahoe, you want to be able check on the temperature of the house or turn it on before you get there. Because it’s really cold in the winter.
Of no distemper, of no blast he died,
But fell like autumn fruit that mellow’d long:
Even wonder’d at, because he dropp’d no sooner.
Fate seem’d to wind him up for fourscore years;
Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more;
Till like a clock worn out with eating time,
The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
But fell like autumn fruit that mellow’d long:
Even wonder’d at, because he dropp’d no sooner.
Fate seem’d to wind him up for fourscore years;
Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more;
Till like a clock worn out with eating time,
The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
I’ve seen it before. There are women who spread ruin through no fault of theirs, just by being too beautiful, too ful of life and love. They can’t help it. Poeple come to them as people go to a warm fire in winter.
You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
The thing one resents about winter is its inactivity; the perpetual sameness of ice-armored hills and snow-blanketed woods. Great things, of course, may be going on underneath; but nature wears a mask, is icily non-committal.
You may have the worst timing since Napoleon decided the dead of winter was the right moment to invade Russia.
Piglet was so excited at the idea of being Useful that he forgot to be frightened any more, and when Rabbit went on to say that Kangas were only Fierce during the winter months, being at other times of an Affectionate Disposition, he could hardly sit still, he was so eager to begin being useful at once.
On the heights it is warmer than people in the valley suppose, especially in winter. The thinker recognizes the full import of this simile.
Our journey so far has been very satisfactory: we are most fortunate as regards the season, for there has been more rain this winter than has been known for the last four or five years.
I love outdoor winter activities like snow tubing and snowball throwing.
There seems to be so much more winter than we need this year.
When we feel weak, all we have to do is wait a little while. The spring returns and the winter snows melt and fill us with new energy.
I think it was lucky that during most of the work on the Odyssey I lived on Homer’s sea in houses that were, in one case, shaken by the impact of the Mediterranean winter storms on the rocks below.
When that white driver stepped back toward us, when he waved his hand and ordered us up and out of our seats, I felt a determination cover my body like a quilt on a winter night.
Do not wish an everlasting spring! Without tasting the winter, you cannot get pleasure out of the spring!
Winter makes a bridge between one year and another and, in this case, one century and the next.
Once something has outlived its usefulness in one area of life, its purpose for being in existence is no longer the same. The leaf that captures a stream of sunlight, and then transfers its energy to the tree, serves one purpose in the spring and summer, and another completely different one through the fall and winter.
I didnt get to go to prom; I was filming a death scene on my prom night. But I got to go to all the homecomings, and even the winter formals I got to go to, but the only thing I missed was the prom, but everything else was great.
Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves in Autumn and become naked in Winter without fearing blame.
It would be nice to do a winter and a summer Olympics in the same cycle.
The winter has not killed usagain!
I didn’t know at the time I was writing Because of Winn-Dixie where the story came from, but in retrospect I can see that it was a response to a terribly harsh winter here in Minnesota.
Mrs. Jo did not mean the measles, but that more serious malady called love, which is apt to ravage communities, spring and autumn, when winter gayety and summer idleness produce whole bouquets of engagements, and set young people to pairing off like the birds.
Our sport is one of the few on the winter side that is so diverse. It shows we don’t have to be limited by race or gender or whatever and how far we have come as a sport.
When I heated my home with oil, I used an average of 800 gallons a year. I have found that I can keep comfortably warm for an entire winter with slightly over half that quantity of beer.
For a joint scientificВ and geographical piece of organization, give me Scott; for a winter journey, give meВ Wilson; for a dash to the Pole and nothing else, Amundsen; and if I am in the devil of aВ hole and want to get out of it, give me Shackleton every time.
We all get the same amount of ice. The rich get it in the summer. The poor get it in the winter.
That Arthur has not always existed seems odd to me. Like the wind on the moors and the wild winter stars, surely he has always lived . . . and always will.
Winter is not a season, it’s a celebration.
You can’t get too much winter in the winter.
A dull, dark, depressing day in Winter: the whole world looks like a Methodist church at Wednesday night prayer meeting.
I have a lot of nice Italian winter clothes that make me look like a sophisticated Lebanese professor, so my friend Robert and I go around pretending to be experts in Arabic politics. It doesn’t work in the summer though. I don’t have the right clothes.
[…] He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.
People hit the sauce in a big way all winter. Amidst blizzards they wrestle unsuccessfully with the dark comedy of their lives, laughter trapped in their frigid gizzards. Meanwhile, the mercury just plummets, like a migrating duck blasted out of the sky by some hunter in a cap with fur earflaps.
There are plenty of men who philander during the summer, to be sure, but they are usually the same lot who philander during the winter – albeit with less convenience.
I’m working seven days a week in the fall. I couldn’t possibly keep that up. This is only for the fall. In the last couple of years I’ve tended to do most of my serious writing in the winter, when there’s nothing going on with football.
Self-care. I got that from my mom. Even if we had nothing, we were always moisturized. So much Vaseline. In the dead of winter, I was hot. I had a whole other layer on.
By setting the passenger seat of my car far back, and opening the glove compartment, I nestle in a very large sheet of thick fiberboard. It’s big enough to hold a table easel, my big palette and a water container. Winter is not going to lock me indoors!
I have a sequence to my creative life. In spring and fall, I am above ground and commit to community. In the summer, I’m outside. It is a time for family. And in the winter, I am underground. Home. This is when I do my work as a writer – in hibernation. I write with the bears.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart; I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the lilacs, the violets, and the roses, as at twenty years ago.
It’s the place of the story, beginning here, in the meadow of late summer flowers, thriving before the Atlantic storms drive wet and winter upon them all.
The Winter Soldier (Sebastian Stan) has done things that are far more heinous than anything Grant Ward has ever done as far as we know, and yet, at the end of the movie, you’re rooting for him to come back on the side of the angels.
There’s a common misconception that you don’t need SPF during the grey winter months, but it’s so important to protect skin from UVA/UVB rays year-round.
I like cold. I really like to go to cold towns. I love gray. I love winter.
I’m about 255, but I’d weigh under 220 if I weren’t in football. In the hot summer, I feel the extra weight is taxing on my respiratory system. I don’t mind it in the winter.
In the summer we lay up a stock of experiences for the winter, as the squirrel of nuts?something for conversation in winter evenings.
Will biofuel usage require land? Absolutely, but we think the ability to use winter cover crops, degraded land, as well as using sources such as organic waste, sewage, and forest waste means that actual land usage will be limited. Just these sources can replace most of our imported oil by 2030 without touching new land.
Tightly held by rocks Through winter, the ice today Begins to come undone: A way-seeker also is the water, Melting, murmuring from the moss.
We need society, and we need solitude also, as we need summer and winter, day and night, exercise and rest.
I’ve decided to make my main priority for the next two years not playing the violin, but training for the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi, Russia.
Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.
Frankly, the trouble with winter is, it is all backbone. It is fleshless, insensate, with neither a breast to be leaned on nor a heart to love and ache and, if need be, break, nor any kindly hand to fondle and caress like a sea-wave on a sunny shore half asleep.
As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.
I have often thought, says Sir Roger, it happens very well that Christmas should fall out in the middle of Winter.
I come from nothing. I come from sleeping in the kitchen with my family with the oven open to keep us warm during winter, you know? When you come from that background, all this extra stuff is just… extra stuff, you know?
The founding of libraries was like constructing more public granaries, amassing reserves against a spiritual winter which by certain signs, in spite of myself, I see ahead.
We all know that a winter scene, though it may be covered over one day, with even the trees dressed in shawls of snow, will be unrecognizable the following spring. Yet I never imagined such a thing could occur within our very selves.
Basically, I like anything with guts – Lead Belly, Bill Big Broonzy, Johnny Winter, the Stones.
For they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.
Nature is full of freaks, and now puts an old head on young shoulders, and then takes a young heart heating under fourscore winters.
winter is past, and we have a prospect of spring that is superior to spring itself.
Of course, the outcome of the war would not have been changed. The war was lost perhaps, when it was started. At least it was lost in the winter of ’42, in Russia.
There were 15 people in the village, including five of us. If my father arrested somebody in the winter, he’d have to wait until the thaw to turn him in.
I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Going home, where the new york city winters aren’t bleedin’ me.
I love the Mediterranean for the fact that winter is over in a minute, and the almond blossom arrives in January.
The raising to life of all animate beings at the resurrection of the dead can be no more difficult for Divine Power than restoring to life a fly in the spring, heavy with the death-stained sleep of winter.
Never take a job where winter winds can blow up your pants.
When I’m drawing, I’m drawing with the light, being completely open and creative. I can’t draw in the evening. I need light and I need warmth if it is a summer thing, and I need cold if it is a winter collection. The good thing is that I have houses to go to whenever I’m working. I draw according to the place.
It’s hard to understand the athlete’s lifestyle. You literally eat, sleep, train. You go to training camps in the winter where there is no Internet, you can’t make phone calls.
I like having a lot of sunlight because it helps me wake up. And I don’t get depressed in winter.
If the Halcyon days of a Mediterranean winter, god-blessed, were good enough for sublime kingfishers they should certainly have something to offer us all.
For Beatrice, summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you, is even colder.
Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows.
We need to drive like hell and get to the hills before the winter sets in.
Hope changes everything. It changes winter into summer, darkness into dawn, descent into ascent, barrenness into creativity, agony into joy.
There was now a distinct manifestation of morning in the air, and presently the bleared white visage of a sunless winter day emerged like a dead-born child.
In case you’re wondering, the underside of a sheep doesn’t smell that great. Imagine a winter sweater that’s been dragged through the mud and left in the laundry hamper for a week. Something like that.
Even in winter it shall be green in my heart.
A sad tale’s best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins.
I have a house in the Connecticut countryside where you’ll always find me, summer or winter.
She turned to the sunlight В В В В And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: В В В В “Winter is dead.
King Solomon, who supposedly was the wisest of all men, described his youth as his winter and his advanced years as his summer. We can be older than we used to be yet feel much younger than we are.
I found out about Jonathan Winters death a day after it happened. That seems wrong. A talent like his should be more revered. The world knew about Kim Kardashians divorce before she did.
Give me a hot drink, and I’m happy. Hot cider, hot chocolate, coffee… I like all winter beverages!
As you prepare for the many things that fall brings, such as school, harvest and winter, it is important to be prepared for the unthinkable. Supplies and a plan will significantly reduce panic and chaos in the event of an emergency.
Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
And after summer evermore succeeds
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
And after summer evermore succeeds
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.
Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.
Let no man boast himself that he has got through the perils of winter till at least the seventh of May.
Dull winter will re-appear.
People in L.A. think I’m insane to go back to Chicago during the winter. It’s because I love my apartment and fleece leggings and my friends.
The problem with winter sports is that – follow me closely here – they generally take place in winter.
The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
Take winter as you find him, and he turns out to be a thoroughly honest fellow; with no nonsense in him, which is a great comfort in the long-run.
There’s rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.
The idea is to freeze the water in the winter and use it in late spring. The conical tower shape ensures that the surface exposed to the sun is minimal, so premature melting is avoided.
In college, there never really was an offseason. The season would end, you’d get a week break, and then the hardest time of the year would start. Winter workouts in college were absolutely miserable.
After finals and winter break…after I’m back to full strength, we’ll go get Preston. Whether Mom and Abby and Joe and Townsend like it or not, we’ll go get him. And then…’ I trailed off. ‘And then we’ll finish this. Next semester, this thing ends.
One need never be dull as long as one has friends to help, gardens to enjoy and books in the long winter evenings.
When I was growing up, my parents were too cheap to buy a snowblower, so my crippled butt was out clearing the whole driveway every winter. It was hell.
Bakers of bread rolls and pastry cooks will not buy grain before eleven o’clock in winter and noon in summer.
During a warm winter rain … the basins of her collarbones collected water.
There are two seasonal diversions that can ease the bite of any winter. One is the January thaw. The other is the seed catalogues.
The Christian Bible is a symbolic book, not a literal one. The one Christians know as Jesus was actually a symbol for the sun. Ancient sun worshippers believed the sun died at the end of the winter solstice and then three days later it would be reborn at the start of its cycle – December 25.
I’m more eclectic.Maybe I’m minimalist in the respect that I love black…black for the winter, white for the summer, you know? But I love artisanal things.
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer
Modern life. Where are we running? Sometimes what we want is not always where we are… Are we alone? Is the real winter inside our hearts? We are all struggling for definition in a world that resists our increase.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
here in the summer desert, winter found my blood
The Winter Kate-House of Harlow 1960 customer is a multi-tasker, therefore it’s important that they are able to put together an outfit with ease and elegance. Pieces that are easy to mix within their own wardrobe. Easy dressing while maintaining a well put together look.
I lived five years in Portugal and then spent winters in Nepal or India.
I am not a big vitamin-taker. I have vitamin C during the winter, but eating lots of fruit and veg does the trick.
But perhaps age has taught me that the earth is still new, molten at the core and still forming, that black leaves in the winter forest will crawl with life in the spring, that our story is ongoing and it is indeed a crime to allow the heart’s energies to dissipate with the fading of light on the horizon.
For the first time in 15 years, Georgia this winter has its electric power guaranteed without deficit. This is a historic achievement.
I can remember a game, we were down with about 5 to 10 points, I go off about 25 points, we come back and win the game, we’re walking off the floor. Tex (Winter) looks at me and says “There’s no “I” in team!” I looked at Tex and say, “There’s not, but there’s an ‘I’ in win!
In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
I’m very impressed. All the crowds I’ve seen are very enthusiastic. It’s not the first time every seat hasn’t been sold at the Winter Olympics.
I’m not a huge L.A. fan, but I go there for the winter every year. We usually rent a house and have massive house parties.
Shall we all be saved? Shall we go to Heaven? Alas, my children, we do not know at all! But I tremble when I see so many souls lost these days. See, they fall into Hell as leaves fall from the trees at the approach of winter.
I’d love to play Constance in ‘King John’ or Paulina in ‘The Winter’s Tale.’ I’d like to go on working till I drop.
So burrow in. Snuggle deep. A winter idyll of simple splendor awaits.
I have experienced within my own lifetime the attack of my winter camp and the killing of the women and children. It left me even angrier than I was – and I was never too calm to begin with.
Death is more certain than the morrow, than night following day, than winter following summer. Why is it then that we prepare for the night and for the winter time, but do not prepare for death. We must prepare for death. But there is only one way to prepare for death – and that is to live well.
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do – or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.
I like, ‘I Believe In Father Christmas’ – that is one of my favorites it is a lovely composition; ‘Colder Than Winter’ as well. There are so many beautiful songs.
Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep cold radiators and make a fortune off of poor tenants.
Anyone would think a thin stick like me, weak and miserable, would go down with everything: do you think I get more than my old cough every winter? I bet I live till ninety, with all my aches and pains. To think that’s fifty more years of the Great-I-Am.
In the winter, warmth stands for all virtue.
She makes use of the soft of the bread for a napkin. She falls asleep at times with shoes on, on unmade beds. When a little money comes in, June buys delicacies, strawberries in the winter, caviar and bath salts.
The nice thing about New York is that you’re finally able to wear those winter clothes that have been sitting in your closet in mothballs
Passover and Easter are the only Jewish and Christian holidays that move in sync, like the ice skating pairs we saw during the winter Olympics.
Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.
