#winter

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#face #human #human face #laughter #sun

Although farming of any sort was almost as impossible in the plains as in the dry regions of winter rains farther west, the abundance of buffaloes made life much easier in many respects. ↗

— Ellsworth Huntington

#almost #although #any #buffaloes #dry

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. ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#nature #seasons #winter #love

We are the last remaining country to allow ourselves two breaks in the season. You just have to look at England, Italy and Spain, they play right through the season. We on the other hand take six weeks off in the winter until the end of January, and that is a luxury. ↗

— Franz Beckenbauer

#breaks #country #end #england #hand

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. ↗

— Elizabeth Bowen

#autumn #close #day #early #early morning

Bill Mitchell said he really liked it. But when he asked the other four their opinions, we all took one look at ourselves in our raggedy long winter coats and cracked up. We knew we weren't likely to tempt anyone or anything, but what the hell, it was as good a name as any. ↗

— Otis Williams

#anyone #anything #asked #bill #coats

Some part of me remembers what snow is, but this is the first time my new mind has seen it. It softens the crumbled sidewalks and turns rusty rooftops white. It’s beautiful. It crunches under my feet as I move toward the house, longing to understand. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#longing #memories #winter-eve #beauty

And some places you been before are so great that you don't ever mind going back. Some places you been before you don't ever want to go back, you know, like Montreal in the Winter. ↗

— Morgan Freeman

#been #before #ever #go #going

We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces. ↗

— Richard Le Gallienne

#beloved #faces #flowers #road #roads

In the summer you want fresh, light and sort of quick things; in winter you want things that are comforting, so your body really tells you you want to go towards potatoes, apples, fennel, things that are warm and comforting. And loin of pork. ↗

— Ina Garten

#body #comforting #fresh #go #light