From the bitter cold winter at Valley Forge, to the mountains of Afghanistan and the deserts of Iraq, our soldiers have courageously answered when called, gone where ordered, and defended our nation with honor.
Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
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.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
Antisthenes says that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.
Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.
Nothing burns like the cold.
The problem with winter sports is that - follow me closely here - they generally take place in winter.
The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
I was just thinking, if it is really religion with these nudist colonies, they sure must turn atheists in the wintertime.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
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