In essence the Renaissance was simply the green end of one of civilization's hardest winters.
John FowlesI'm pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls.
Ashly LorenzanaTo survive the Canadian winter, one needs a body of brass, eyes of glass, and blood made of brandy.
LoveGrief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn.
Forgetting: impressions from the millennial borderland