quote by Gertrude Jekyll

There is always in February some one day, at least, when one smells the yet distant, but surely coming, summer.

— Gertrude Jekyll

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Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

I miss everything about Chicago, except January and February.

While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation.

Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch.

Late February, and the air's so balmy snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard will come, blighting our harbingers of spring, and the numbed yards will go back undercover. In Florida, it's strawberry season- shortcake, waffles, berries and cream will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.


The attack on Dresden, which was overflowing with refugees, on February 13th 1945 caused around 250,000 dead.

Every mile is two in winter

in February there is everything to hope for and nothing to regret.

China tea, the scent of hyacinths, wood fires and bowls of violets – that is my mental picture of an agreeable February afternoon.

Valentine's Day is a sham created by card companies to reinforce gender stereotypes. [..] I'll buy some cookies, but NOT for Valentine's Day. These cookies celebrate the February 14th birthday of Anna Howard Shaw, famed American suffragette.


In tangled wreath, in clustered gleaming stars, In floating, curling sprays, The golden flower comes shining though the woods These February days; Forth go all hearts, all hands, from out the town, To bring her gayly in, This wild, sweet Princess of far Florida - The yellow jessamine.

In the coldest February, as in every other month in every other year, the best thing to hold on to in this world is each other.

In the best of all possible worlds, February 14 is a pleasant and sentimental opportunity to lavish your partner with attention or move your relationship to the next level.

Valentine's Day money-saving tip: Break up on February 13th, get back together on the 15th.

My picture, Fifth Avenue, Winter is the result of a three hours' stand during a fierce snow-storm on February 22nd 1893, awaiting the proper moment. My patience was duly rewarded. Of course, the result contained an element of chance, as I might have stood there for hours without succeeding in getting the desired pictures.


I had surgery to repair the ACL in February 2010 and was back in the gym by June, but rushed things too quickly and ended up re-tearing my MCL in September.

February is always a bad month for TV sports.

Football is gone, basketball is plodding along in the annual midseason doldrums, and baseball is not even mentioned.

Today is February 14th - St. Valentine's day. Women call it Love day, while men name it as Extortion day.

Without Valentine's Day, February would be... well, January.

I've been keeping a diary for thirty-three years and write in it every morning.

Most of it's just whining, but every so often there'll be something I can use later: a joke, a description, a quote. It's an invaluable aid when it comes to winning arguments. 'That's not what you said on February 3, 1996,' I'll say to someone.


February days are a marketing gimmick; love happens every day.

I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.

December is the toughest month of the year.

Others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February.

Valentine's Day money-saving tips: Break up on February 13th, get back together on the 15th. In place of bubble bath, use lavender-scented dish-washing liquid. Forget rose petals. Sprinkle the bed with sliced beets!

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.


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.

Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;

And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill, And willow stems grow daily red and bright. These are days when ancients held a rite Of expiation for the old year's ill, And prayer to purify the new year's will.

February makes a bridge and March breaks it.

Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just glad to see me? (She made this remark in February 1936, at the railway station in Los Angeles upon her return from Chicago, when a Los Angeles police officer was assigned to escort her home)

I kept talking to my producers at Columbia about recording one of those [prison] shows. So we went into Folsom on February 11, 1968, and recorded a show live.


February is the uncertain month, neither black nor white but all shades between by turns. Nothing is sure.

Writing 'February' made me realize that breaking form is a way of letting the song be human.

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.

Go to the winter woods: listen there, look, watch, and "the dead months" will give you a subtler secret than any you have yet found in the forest.

The last time when I handed over information was in February or March 1949.

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