Winter Quotes

“Winter taught endurance--how to hold onto hope, even in the longest, darkest nights.”
― Allison Saft, Wings of Starlight

“There was radiant sunshine, the kind that comes sometimes in November, more ethereal than the light of summer. The sky was china-blue, ice-cold, and the sunshine delicate as yellow pollen. This light lay on the walls, already powdered with gold lichens, it gilded the trees, and gave the old farmhouse the appearance of unreality. It was dream-like, it was an old coloured print in a picture book, flat and unshadowed, and brimmed with a living beauty, sending out a light of its own.”
― Alison Uttley, When All is Done

“The thing about tragedy is that it doesn’t care what season it is. It doesn’t wait for spring, when your tears can fall away with the cherry blossoms, or summer, when the warm sun can ease your pain. Sometimes tragedy strikes in December, when the whole world is celebrating, and you’re left wondering how everything can look so beautiful when your heart is breaking.”
― I. W. Berns, It's Snowing in Sapporo Again Today: A Christmas Romance Novel

“Maroon air alive with fall, forever dwelling in winter’s scope,
As far as I draw breath, or lift my pen
I shall walk in parallels of journey’s end.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“January

The days are short, / The sun a spark
Hung thin between / The dark and dark.

Fat snowy footsteps / Track the floor,
And parkas pile up / Near the door.

The river is / A frozen place
Held still beneath / The trees' black lace.

The sky is low. / The wind is gray.
The radiator / Purrs all day.”
― John Updike, A Child's Calendar

“The forest doesn’t fear winter. It knows how to hold life quietly, until the time to bloom returns.”
― Lawrence Nault

“Winter Solstice is a gentle teaching. As it shows us that after the longest night, the light always returns, within the earth and within us.”
― Isabelle “Izzi Meditates” Baker

“Can we wait for a different winter, please?
The fall hangs on, fallen and halted
Distracted, breakable leaves - not at ease
Wait, till the earthy scents rightly exalted!”
― Munia Khan

“The transition of seasons is more than a meteorological change; it is a profound shift in the human landscape.”
― Muhammad Ijaz Ul Haq, The First Snowfall Of Winter: Love’s Eternal Light Amidst the Ruins of Despair

“By February, I am nothing but breath and bone,
a pilgrim of frostbitten mornings,
trudging through corridors of gray light,
where every shadow is a cold dread.”
― Avalon Ash, Obey the Moon: 1995–2025, A Collected Work Vol. II

“You’re colder than a Winter wind, Drifter. That’s why you’ll go far.”
― Sonia George, Lawman's Trail

“A betrayal! You, young warriors, sought to undo me while I laboured in peace?”
― Sonia George, Blindman's Bluff

“Memories fall off the pages and become blooming marigolds. That's how the wounded remains, sing over the snowy sadness.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Memories fall off the pages and become blooming marigolds. That's how the wounded remains sing of the snowy sadness.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You bring spring to this wintry world. Suddenly, the branches bear the green shoots of life. You bring primrose to the frosted ground, and the earth shudders with ecstasy”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“There is spring even in the midst of frosted grounds, there is a rose even in the depths of a desert, there is holy water in the hidden fountains. Go seek it.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Tonight it was moonlit and sparkling. Frost glistened on the tumbled roofs and great stars burned in the sky. She could just see the church towers crowning the little hills in the fen, far away and small like toy towers, and here and there the gleam of water, but the power and glory in the vast singing sky had crushed the earth to nothingness tonight. It was not her own idea that stars sang.”
― Elizabeth Goudge, The Dean's Watch

“The days were shorter, meek and barren. It rained constantly, as if to signal the grave beginnings of a ritual, and we, as the last members of the tribe, did not know how to separate the profane from the sacred.”
― Scott Pearce, The Rider on the Bridge

“Sometimes, that's how flowers die before even they are born. Not because they didn't want to bloom. But because no one noticed the buds struggling in winter chills, desperate to warm themselves from inside, for they live unnoticed by the world outside. Sometimes, death comes as a quiet thunder, exploding in the still alive.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“There is the face of God we touch
by tracing the curves of dogma
and there are the silver mists swirling and fading
in the winter woods.”
― Laura Kauffman, Ordinary Things

“The winter turns grey with memories of grief, and the snow-clad shorelines speak of forgotten days, the olden tales, buried beneath the passage of time.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Without the rivers, there would be no oceans. Without the valleys, there would be no mountains, and without summer, there would be no winter. Everything in life happens for a reason, and each element plays a crucial role in the grand scheme of things.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, Coming to Grips with the Mountains and Valleys of This World

“As long as love is not lost, December will bring roses.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Up came the light. Good old light. Good new light. In fact the light had come up today marginally earlier than yesterday. And yesterday’s light had been up a sliver earlier than the day’s before that. There was this different quality to the light even only four days past the shortest day; the shift, the reversal, from increase of darkness to increase of light, revealed that a coming back of light was at the heart of midwinter equally as much as the waning of light.”
― Smith, Ali

“Mindfulness is simply being in the moment. and witnessing the spinning of life. It is resting in the moment and noticing how the autumn leaves fall, knowing it is time to leave, and yet doing nothing. Mindfulness is witnessing how the trees stand bare in winter, and yet remaining still. It is noticing how the seasons come and go, leaving their footprints, yet remaining unperturbed inside, sensing the still deep observer.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Snow covers the Earth's shame. And the soul is purer for it.”
― Vladimir Sorokin, Day of the Oprichnik

“This light is beautiful because we have been in the dark. This dawn is beautiful because we have waited all night long. Every moment is beautiful, knowing this is all you have, and this shall never return, in quite the same way. So, they say, spring is beautiful for the music it brings after winter robs the earth of joy.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“the snow
has forgotten
how to stop
it falls
stuttering
at the glass
a silk windsock
of snow
blowing
under the porch light”
― Linda Pastan, Carnival Evening: New and Selected Poems, 1968-1998

“In the cold, cold winter, we long for a hot summer; in the hot, hot summer, we long for a cold winter. This cycle of seasons, this 'partnership', portrays in part our eternal human condition.”
― Criss Jami

“Jenseits der glitzernden Eisblumen am Fenster erstreckte sich die Skyline von New York City, warm angestrahlt von der Abendsonne. Häuser in Orange-, Gelb- und Goldtönen säumten majestätisch den zugefrorenen Hudson River, der sich wie ein schützender Eisring um die Stadt zog. Wahrlich schön.”
― Alexandra Soerensen, Heimwärts Voraus: Die Geschichte einer unerwarteten Reise