#winter

Once winter sets in I must have the sun and warmth. I need to be in the sun - I'm a true island baby. ↗

— Narciso Rodriguez

#i #island #must #need #once

In the long winter evenings he talked to Ma about the Western country. In the West the land was level, and there were no trees. The grass grew thick and high. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#country #evenings #grass #grew #high

اعرف اننى عندما أقع في الحب سيكون الفصل شتاءاً وستسري في جسدي قشعريرة فلن أدرى أسببها البرد أم كوني معك؟ ↗

— شيرين عادل

#poetry #winter #love

The past was like a bad dream; the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, easily, lazily, lingering as long as I dared, but always heeding the call! ↗

— Kenneth Grahame

#migration #south #summer #winter #dreams

He grimaced at that, for he liked to believe he was master of his own fate. 'You think we should all rush madly down the paths of destiny?' 'I think, Lord, that when fate grips you, you do well to put reason aside. ↗

— Bernard Cornwell

#experience #fate #friendship #intuition #life

I know who you are.” Ash’s voice shook slightly, which chilled me even more. That Ash, fearless, unshakable Ash, was afraid of this thing filled me with dread. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#iron-fey #meghan #meghan-and-ash #winter-s-passage #fearless

L.A. kills people.' Jacaranda said. 'You're lucky you're leaving. You'll be able to write.' She looked paler, going through another depression, smoking in bed in her lilac room. The walls were the color of her veins. She was getting too thin, even for the modeling. . .Jacaranda died last winter when the flowering trees were bare. You couldn't even tell which ones once cried the purple blossoms she named herself after. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#friendship #winter #death

It was an amazing garden like nothing Will had ever seen. Everything was covered in snow and glittering ice, the winding paths, the clusters of trees and what looked like mazes. And here and there blue fountains splashed and a river meandered between them, though the water didn’t look like water at all but like a stream of sapphires. And strangest of all was how see-through everything looked, trees showing through trees, the river showing through heaps of snow. It was all like a daydream, half imagination, half reality. But Will knew that it was real. ↗

— Dew Pellucid

#the-sound-and-the-echoes #winter #imagination

The days were longer then (for time, like money, is measured by our needs), when summer afternoons were spacious, and the clock ticked slowly in the winter evenings. ↗

— George Eliot Middlemarch

#middlemarch #summer #time #winter #money

Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these. ↗

— Ashly Lorenzana

#depression #despair #hopelessness #leaves #metaphor