The harshest winter finds an invincible summer in us.
We cannot stop the winter or the summer from coming. We cannot stop the spring or the fall or make them other than they are. They are gifts from the universe that we cannot refuse. But we can choose what we will contribute to life when each arrives.
What fire could ever equal the sunshine of a winter’s day?
Winter is the time for study, you know, and the colder it is the more studious we are.
In the midst of winter, I find within me the invisible summer.
I like the cold weather. It means you get work done.
You can’t get too much winter in the winter.
Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.
And don’t think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.
Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person.
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.