In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
In the woods where snow is thick, bars of sunlight lay like pale fire.
The days are short, The sun a spark Hung thin between The dark and dark.
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
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.
Even in winter it shall be green in my heart.
If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Winter is not a season, it's a celebration.
What fire could ever equal the sunshine of a winter's day?
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
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.
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.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
Even in winter, the cold isn't always bitter, and not every day is cruel.
There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn.
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.
People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.
Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.
We can choose to be grateful, no matter what. This type of gratitude transcends whatever is happening around us. It surpasses disappointment, discouragement and despair. It blooms just as beautifully in the icy landscape of winter as it does in the pleasant warmth of summer.
Grace grows best in 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.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
How many lessons of faith and beauty we should lose, if there were no winter in our year!
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