Even in winter it shall be green in my heart.
Grace grows best in winter.
Winter is a season of recovery and preparation.
Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity.
Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do – or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.
Winter is not a season, it’s a celebration.
May we all emerge from winter with our strength renewed and any unwanted pieces left under the ice.
There’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you’re special.
Winter sunshine is a fairy wand touching everything with a strange magic. It is like the smile of a friend in time of sorrow.
That’s what winter is: an exercise in remembering how to still yourself then how to come pliantly back to life again.
To keep a warm heart in winter is the real victory.
Winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour.
Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake.
Kindness is like snow. It beautifies everything it covers.
One kind word can warm three winter months.
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
When it snows, you have two choices: shovel or make snow angels.
December has the clarity, the simplicity, and the silence you need for the best fresh start of your life.
Winter forms our character and brings out our best.