No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.
Wisdom comes with winters.
The harshest winter finds an invincible summer in us.
To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake, it is necessary to stand out in the cold.
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.