Wednesday, January 16, 2013
- Edith Sitwell
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
- Lewis Carroll
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it swettness.
- John Steinbeck
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.
- Virginia Woolf
Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o’clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutter closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without.
- Thomas de Quincey
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thous see’st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceives, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which though must leave ere long.
- William Shakespeare
Nothing is a tedious as the limping days,
When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways,
And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom,
Assumes control of fate’s immortal loom
- Charles Baudelaire
When the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees and twists in between husbands and wives asleep in their beds. It shakes the shingles from the roof and sifts through cracks in the plaster. The only green things left are the holly bushes and the old boxwood hedges in the village, and these are often painted white with snow. Chipmunks and weasels come to nest in basements and barns; owls find their way into attics. At nights, the dark is blue and bluer still, as sapphire of night.
- Alice Hoffman
Are ye the ghost of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the wind A-mourning go?
- John Banister Tabb
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer
- Albert Camus
In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter,
- Christina Rossetti
There’s a certain Slant of light,
That oppresses, like the
weight of cathedral tunes
- Emily Dickinson
One kind word can warm three winter months
- Japanese proverb
O Winter! ruler of the inverted year,…
I crown thee king of initimate delights,
Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness,
And all the comforts that the lowly roof
Retirement, and the hours
Of long uninterrupted evening, know
- William Cowper
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind,
As man’s ingratitude
- William Shakespeare