Quotes by Winter I have never seen snow and do not know what winter means. Duke Kahanamoku winter snow mean Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire And cast a shadow crab upon the land, By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds, Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks, My busy heart who shudders as she talks Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words. Dylan Thomas fire heart winter The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches. e. e. cummings white winter snow The hearts that love will know never winter's frost and chill. Summer's warmth is in them still. Eben E. Rexford summer heart winter The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run. Ebenezer Elliott done winter running Seventy-five years. That's how much time you get if you're lucky. Seventy-five years. Seventy-five winters, seventy-five springtimes, seventy-five summers, and seventy-five autumns. When you look at it like that, it's not a lot of time, is it? Don't waste them. Get your head out of the rat race and forget about the superficial things that pre-occupy your existence and get back to what's important now. Eddie Murphy autumn summer winter New York, hands down. I don't want to be there in the winter, but even then it's an amazing place. Eden Sher new-york winter hands I'll obey them in the winter when the doctors say to me I must give up ham and spinach, and obedient I'll be. To relieve my indigestion in December they can try, But there's none of them can stop me when it's time for cherry pie. Edgar Guest doctors giving-up winter 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 home winter weather 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. It is no season in which to wander the world as if one were the wind blowing aimlessly along the streets without a place to rest, without food, and without time meaning anything to one, just as time means nothing to the wind. Edith Sitwell home winter mean They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods Edith Wharton butterfly winter happiness In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature. Edna O'Brien real winter spring He seemed a part of the mute melancholy landscape, an incarnation of it's frozen woe, with all that was warm and sentient in him fast bound below the surface; but there was nothing nothing unfriendly in his silence. I simply felt that he lived in a depth of moral isolation too remote for casual access, and I had the sense that his loneliness was not merely the result of his personal plight, tragic as I guessed that to be, but had in it, as Harmon Gow had hinted, the profound accumulated cold of many Starkfield winters. Edith Wharton loneliness winter profound The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring. Edith Wharton shining winter spring He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate. Edith Wharton light winter night Lastly came Winter cloathed all in frize, Chattering his teeth for cold that did him chill; Whilst on his hoary beard his breath did freese, And the dull drops, that from his purpled bill As from a limebeck did adown distill: In his right hand a tipped staffe he held, With which his feeble steps he stayed still; For he was faint with cold, and weak with eld; That scarce his loosed limbes he hable was to weld. Edmund Spenser teeth winter hands Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before Edna St. Vincent Millay lonely winter bird I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes. Edward Mills Purcell eye winter years I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that this delicate motion should reside in all the ordinary things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it. I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes. There the snow lay around my doorstep - great heaps of protons quietly precessing in the earth’s magnetic field. To see the world for a moment as something rich and strange is the private reward of many a discovery. Edward Mills Purcell eye winter science I get up very early in the morning. I enjoy the quietness, the stillness, the rawness in the winter and fall. It's a special time. Edward Kennedy winter morning fall «1112131415161718192021»