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Winter Quotes by Ralph Waldo Emerson
- I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it as by the genial influences…
- The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennui s, vanish, all duties…
- The hard soil and four months of snow make the inhabitants of the northern temperate zone wiser and abler than his fellow who enjoys the…
- Nature is full of freaks, and now puts an old head on young shoulders, and then takes a young heart heating under fourscore winters.
- The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennui, vanish, - all duties…
- What is a farm but a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants, blight, rain, insects, sunit is a sacred emblem from…
More Winter Quotes
- Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius. — Pietro Aretino
- In the winter, I enjoy cross-country skiing and raising orchids and amaryllises. If I could grow tropical flowers as perennials, I would,… — Diane Ackerman
- The problem with winter sports is that - follow me closely here - they generally take place in winter. — Dave Barry
- I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food… — Brendan Behan
- Johnny Winter is one of the best blues players in the world. He's very underrated. — Ritchie Blackmore
- In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. — William Blake
- No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. — Hal Borland
- Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. — Elizabeth Bowen
- I took four years off after 'In the Cut' because I wanted to see who I'd be without work. I even tried… — Jane Campion
- In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. — Albert Camus
- Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come. — Thomas Carlyle
- Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. — Willa Cather