#winter

What, I sometimes wonder, would it be like if I lived in a country where winter is a matter of a few chilly days and a few weeks' rain; where the sun is never far away, and the flowers bloom all year long? ↗

— Anna Neagle

#bloom #chilly #country #days #far

Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o'clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without. ↗

— Thomas de Quincey

#tea #warmth #winter #english

...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows... ↗

— John Geddes

#boughs #food #nature #poetry #sparrows

Our wings serve as flippers that carry us across the ocean; not in the sky! Why, us penguins have so much fun time in the water, we don't even want to fly! ↗

— Jasmine Jean

#flying #life #nature #penguin #season

I don't really know that this story has a whole lot of things happen in it. It doesn't really. It's just a record of how things were in my life during this last winter. I guess things happened, but nothing out of the ordinary. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#life #ordinary #record #story #winter

We had a lot in common. I loved him and he loved him. ↗

— Shelley Winters

#shelley-winters #humor

Nor did he care about his childhood, for certainly I never heard him speak of it. I once questioned him about his early days and he would not answer. ‘What is the egg to the eagle?’ he asked me… ↗

— Bernard Cornwell

#human-nature #living #perspective #quote #quotes

And so, from the first, we separated our pleasure. She lay on the rug and I lay at right angles to her so that only our lips might meet. Kissing in this way is the strangest of distractions. The greedy body that clamors for satisfaction is forced to content itself with a single sensation and, just as the blind hear more acutely and the deaf can feel the grass grow, so the mouth becomes the focus of love and all things pass through it and are re-defined. It is a sweet and precise torture. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#kiss #love #the-passion #love

I love her. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#iron-daughter #iron-fey-series #julie-kagawa #the-winter-prince #love

Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#rain #sadness #winter #rain