I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!

I would do violence for one glimpse of your naked breasts. Bleed for one taste of your nipple on my tongue. (Winter Makepeace)

My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.

How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.

It looks like something out of Whittier's "Snowbound,"' Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.

The Steadfast Love of the Lord is not Seasonal; His Mercies do not have winter or summer days... They are new every now and then.

Winter is already a lost shape, forgottenin the ground. Instead, here is Springwith all the grace of a womansmoothing out her apron.

Winter was gray and mean upon the city and every night was a package of cold bleak hours, like the hours in a cell that had no door.

No. She will never be queen.” She swayed toward him, and he felt like he was being encircled by a python, smothered and choked.

Love is like a beautiful summer day in the middle of winter. I’ve got shorts on, so it seems like a good time to invade Russia.

...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...

I hate winter. I’ve lived in Syracuse my whole life and I hate winter. It starts too early and ends too late. No one likes it.

Always choose the adventure ... unless, it's chilly outside and there's a cup of warm coffee resting near a book and comfy sofa.

So they went running together, silent, toward the vast wastes of snow where no living thing but they two moved under the stars of night.

Joy – in the fall, winter, and always in the mountains where people are few, wildlife is abundant and there is peace in the quiet.