So burrow in. Snuggle deep. A winter idyll of simple splendor awaits. — Sarah Ban Breathnach Copy Share Image
I never realized that the blue sky I saw was not the soft, nurturing sky of spring, but the cold, chilling, lonely… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Every winter my wife and I take a week off and go to a resort in Florida. — John C. Bogle Copy Share Image
I foamed my house and we spend less than $50 a month heating in the winter, and we stay nice and cool… — Bryan Baeumler Copy Share Image
Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summers dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't… — Andrew Wyeth Copy Share Image
A dull, dark, depressing day in Winter: the whole world looks like a Methodist church at Wednesday night prayer meeting. — H. L. Mencken Copy Share Image
Winter is my favourite season for clothes because I'm happiest wearing knitted dresses, leggings, and Uggs. — Rachel Riley Copy Share Image
You have food?" Winter scolded. "I thought you said you were hungry." I'm hungry for other things besides what I have," [Clover]… — Obert Skye Copy Share Image
How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a… — Rene Char Copy Share Image
England is like the margin of a spring-run: near its source, always green, always cool, always moist, comparatively free from frost in… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
The last fling of winter is over ... The earth, the soil itself, has a dreaming quality about it. It is warm… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
Two evils, monstrous either one apart, Possessed me, and were long and loath at going: A cry of Absence, Absence, in the… — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
Since you went the sun refuses to shine The sky joins me in weeping for your absence All our pleasure is gone… — Jakob Michael Reinhold Lenz Copy Share Image
Shall we all be saved? Shall we go to Heaven? Alas, my children, we do not know at all! But I tremble… — John Vianney Copy Share Image
“this is the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for humans, we… — John Green Copy Share Image
I think of love and marriage in the same way I do plants: We have perennials and annuals. The perennial plant blooms,… — Glennon Doyle Melton Copy Share Image
“The winter loves me', he retorted, and then, disliking the whimsical sound of that, added, 'I mean as much as you can… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
He wanted to care, and he could not care. For he had gone away and he could never go back anymore. The… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The mountain trees that grew between the pines were a brilliant blaze of fall colors, like fire against the emerald green of… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
I'm old enough to remember when the air over American cities was a lot dirtier than it is now. You've probably never… — P. J. O'Rourke Copy Share Image
“December. The days begin white and glittering with snow---on the roof, the branches of the sycamore, where a robin has taken up… — Emilia Hart Copy Share Image
“There's something about being from Maine that you can never let hold of - the pointed firs and feathery pine trees, the… — Caitlin Shetterly Copy Share Image