#winter

We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#moonlight #nature #winter #witches #beauty

I think it was lucky that during most of the work on the Odyssey I lived on Homer's sea in houses that were, in one case, shaken by the impact of the Mediterranean winter storms on the rocks below. ↗

— Robert Fitzgerald

#case #during #homer #houses #i

But I plan on dedicating specific training to track this winter for the next racing season. ↗

— Mark-Paul Gosselaar

#i #next #plan #racing #season

We need society, and we need solitude also, as we need summer and winter, day and night, exercise and rest. ↗

— Philip Gilbert Hamerton

#day #exercise #need #night #rest

Nothing is as easy to make as a promise this winter to do something next summer; this is how commencement speakers are caught. ↗

— Sydney J. Harris

#commencement #easy #how #make #next

That last winter was a tragic story and I got no personal honour out of it but I was a witness to it. ↗

— Laurie Lee

#honour #i #last #out #personal

Winter is not a season, it's an occupation. ↗

— Sinclair Lewis

#season #winter

I was raised in California, so this whole New York winter thing is completely new for me. I've already justified buying seven coats! ↗

— Blake Lively

#buying #california #coats #completely #i

Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, no winter in thy year. ↗

— John A. Logan

#song #sorrow #thou #thy #winter

Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices? ↗

— Robert Hayden

#anger