I love winter especially when it is gone for another year.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn.
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.
Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.
Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
Winter either bites with its teeth or lashes with its tail.
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
Weather ... Summer ... Spring