Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by. For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it will your heart survive.
Mrs. Danvers: [the new Mrs. de Winter wants to dispose of Rebecca's letters] But these are Mrs. de Winter's things. The Second Mrs. de Winter: I *am* Mrs. de Winter now!
The Winter Soldier: There was a man... I knew him...
Love has different shape, like this falling snow in winter
Steve Rogers: You know me. The Winter Soldier: No, I don't! [attacks Steve] Steve Rogers: Bucky. you've known me your entire life. Your name is James Buchanan Barnes... The Winter Soldier: SHUT UP! [hits Steve] Steve Rogers: I'm not gonna fight you. ...
Phil: When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearth...
The fire is winter's fruit.
It is never winter in the land of hope.
A fat woman is a blanket for the winter.
As if when on a winter's night you sit feasting with your ealdormen and thegns, a single sparrow should fly swiftly into the hall, and coming in at one door should instantly fly out through another. In that time in which it is indoors it is indeed no...
Alexander Pierce: [to the Winter Soldier] Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century. And I need you to do it one more time...
Maxim de Winter: I knew where Rebecca's body was, lying on that cabin floor on the bottom of the sea. Mrs. de Winter: How did you know, Maxim? Maxim de Winter: Because... I put it there.
Since the break-up of the 1990s, Russia has not had winter sports facilities. All the winter sport venues were effectively located in countries that are no longer part of the federation. There is a strong argument for saying Sochi's legacy will be th...
Even the hardest of winters fears the spring.
A fat wife is like a blanket in winter.
A fair day in winter is the mother of a storm.
A woman's beauty cannot warm a winter's night.
When I was young, I loved summer and hated winter. When I got older I loved winter and hated summer. Now that I’m even older, and wiser, I hate both summer and winter.
Wolf Winter,’ she said, her voice small. ‘I wanted to ask about it. You know, what it is.’ He was silent for a long time. ‘It's the kind of winter that will remind us we are mortal,’ he said. ‘Mortal and alone.
Narrator: A year passed: winter changed into spring, spring changed into summer, summer changed back into winter, and winter gave spring and summer a miss and went straight on into autumn... until one day...
Lack of courtesy is an extreme form of disrespect
