John Burroughs Quotes About Winter

Quotes about: Winter

• It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.

  John Burroughs

  Winter, Fire, Air

  John Burroughs (1875). “Winter Sunshine”, p.14

• What a severe yet master artist old Winter is... No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel.

  John Burroughs

  Winter, Artist, Canvas

  John Burroughs, Farida Anna Wiley (1997). “John Burroughs' America: Selections from the Writings of the Naturalist”, p.124, Courier Corporation

• He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.

  John Burroughs

  Summer, Winter, World

  John Burroughs, Farida Anna Wiley (1997). “John Burroughs' America: Selections from the Writings of the Naturalist”, p.123, Courier Corporation

• The simplicity of winter has a deep moral. The return of Nature, after such a career of splendor and prodigality, to habits so simple and austere, is not lost either upon the head or the heart. It is the philosopher coming back from the banquet and the wine to a cup of water and a crust of bread.

  John Burroughs

  Heart, Wine, Winter

  John Burroughs (2012). “In the Catskills Selections from the Writings of John Burroughs”, p.15, tredition

• Before the bud swells, before the grass springs, before the plough is started, comes the sugar harvest. It is sequel of the bitter frost; a sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter.

  John Burroughs

  Goodbye, Running, Sweet

  John Burroughs, Charlotte Zoë Walker (2001). “The Art of Seeing Things: Essays”, p.91, Syracuse University Press

• In winter the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity.

  John Burroughs

  Stars, Winter, Moon

  John Burroughs, Farida Anna Wiley (1997). “John Burroughs' America: Selections from the Writings of the Naturalist”, p.123, Courier Corporation

• If the October days were a cordial like the sub-acids of fruit, these are a tonic like the wine of iron. Drink deep or be careful how you taste this December vintage. The first sip may chill, but a full draught warms and invigorates.

  John Burroughs

  Wine, Winter, Vintage

  John Burroughs, Farida Anna Wiley (1997). “John Burroughs' America: Selections from the Writings of the Naturalist”, p.122, Courier Corporation

• The sunbeams are welcome now. They seem like pure electricity—like friendly and recuperating lightning. Are we led to think electricity abounds only in summer, when we see in the storm-clouds as it were, the veins and ore-beds of it? I imagine it is equally abundant in winter, and more equable and better tempered. Who ever breasted a snowstorm without being excited and exhilarated, as if this meteor had come charged with latent auroræ of the North, as doubtless it has? It is like being pelted with sparks from a battery.

  John Burroughs

  Summer, Winter, Thinking

  John Burroughs, Farida Anna Wiley (1997). “John Burroughs' America: Selections from the Writings of the Naturalist”, p.122, Courier Corporation

• The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.

  John Burroughs

  Summer, Winter, June

  John Burroughs (1875). “Winter Sunshine”, p.53

• All sounds are sharper in winter; the air transmits better. At night I hear more distinctly the steady roar of the North Mountain. In summer it is a sort of complacent purr, as the breezes stroke down its sides; but in winter always the same low, sullen growl.

  John Burroughs

  Summer, Winter, Night

  John Burroughs (2012). “In the Catskills Selections from the Writings of John Burroughs”, p.17, tredition

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