Quotes of: Winter Keyword

Maybe eventually winter will finish our job for us and end the world in ice instead of blood.

Boarded Window

One writes music because winter is eternal and because, if one didn't, the wolves and blizzards will be at one's throat all the sooner.

Cloud Atlas

..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the sea and what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...

The Aeneid

Let me remember you, soon will the winter be on us, Snow-hushed and heartless.

Rivers to the Sea

Life and summer are fleeting,’ sang the bird. ‘Snow and dark, and the winter comes. Nothing remains the same.

Silver Brumby's Daughter

You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.

Shiver

All right. The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.

Looking for Alaska

Franklin knew that the truth lay with the winter night: the world was silent and black-and-white.

Little Kingdoms

The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter.

Last Night I Sang to the Monster

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

My Antonia

Odd names: Winter, Autumn—they almost sound as if someone just made them up.” —Dubb

The Moon Coin

Popular kids are just a powerful union of needy, insecure losers.

Something Like Winter

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

Travels with Charley: In Search of America

Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.

Poisoned Apple

The English winter is long, cold and wet, just like the English summer

Philosophical Uplifting Quotes and Poems

I am a tree, though I’m not a shady character. I’m like a tree in winter.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

some winters will never melt some summers we’ll never freeze and some things will only ... live in poems.

Turquoise Silence

I just made ice cream. Accidentally. I made regular cream, and then winter kicked in.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

my love is a winter’s mist gently dissolving through the window at the nape of your neck.

A touch, a tear, a tempest

This wasn't how their story was supposed to go. This wasn't what she dreamed of. And yet, everything had changed.

A Taste of Winter

Moons of ache glowed in spaces of her meat and when she moved the moons banged together and stunned.

Winter's Bone