Only with winter-patience can we bringThe deep desired, long-awaited spring.
Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while the door always open tempts no suitor.
In summer winter rain or sun, it's good to be on horseback.
Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies-God damn it, you've got to be kind.
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.
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.
Usually the thing that signifies that I'm done with the winter and all that is that I start skateboarding.
People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball.
I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.
People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.
The pine stays green in winter... wisdom in hardship.
in a world of one colour
the sound of the wind.
Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.
During the winter my attention was attracted to the changes in the stars and planets in the sky.
Depending upon my activities, I sleep between five and ten hours every night.
I sleep in an extra-wide single bed, and I use only one heavy down comforter over me, summer or winter. I have never been able to wear pajamas or creepy nightgowns; they disturb my sleep.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
How like a winter hath my absence been.
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant;
if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
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.
Nature is full of freaks, and now puts an old head on young shoulders, and then takes a young heart heating under fourscore winters.
Between the years of ninety-two and a hundred and two, however, we shall be the ribald, useless, drunken, outcast person we have always wished to be. We shall have a long white beard and long white hair; we shall not walk at all, but recline in a wheel chair and bellow for alcoholic beverages; in the winter we shall sit before the fire with our feet in a bucket of hot water, a decanter of corn whiskey near at hand, and write ribald songs against organized society... We look forward to a disreputable, vigorous, unhonoured, and disorderly old age.
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.
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.