Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
In winter, I plot and plan. In spring, I move.
My old grandmother always used to say, summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.
Winter: It’s not just a season, it’s who we are.
The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence.
He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
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.