“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.” ~Edith Sitwell
“What good is the warmth of summer without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” ~Author Unknown
“June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold…”
“In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.” ~Ben Aaronovitch, Broken Homes
“Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.”~
“Snow makes whiteness where it falls. The bushes look like popcorn-balls. The places where I always play Look like somewhere else today.”~
“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.” ~Stanley Crawford
“I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.” ~Bill Watterson
“Every mile is two in winter.” ~George Herbert
“Brew me a cup for a winter’s night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I’ll toast our bright eyes,
my sweetheart fair.” ~Minna Thomas Antrim
“Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.” ~Pietro Aretino
“Of winter’s lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer’s secret
Deep down within its heart.” ~Charles G. Stater
“Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.” ~Bill Morgan, Jr.
“Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.” ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook, 1966
“There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you…. In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.” ~Ruth Stout