Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

It is not love that transforms the world, but pity.

...summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows...

Winter is a season we all wish to start and end soon.

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

Winter gold: the sparrow's footprints in the snow.

Berlin's getting dark before it's getting late.

Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.

...I'm just beginning to understand how kind you are.

Love has different shape, like this falling snow in winte

Oh, how magical it will be to have winter come every year.

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake.

But he was wounded, and tired, and winter was still upon him.

Flowers that bloom in the winter may not survive till spring.