There are only two seasons — winter and Baseball.
The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball.
While I relish our warm months, winter forms our character and brings out our best.
I have never seen snow and do not know what winter means.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
—J. M. Barrie
Even in winter an isolated patch of snow has a special quality.
Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.
And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
The year hastens to its close. What is it to me? That I am twenty-five or fifty-eight is as nothing. Should I mourn that the spring flowers are gone, that the summer fruit has ripened, that the harvest is reaped, that the snow has fallen?
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.
—Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay-- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes--
Every mile is two in winter.