#winter

The trouble is you can shut your eyes but you can’t shut your mind. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#philosophy #terry-pratchett #wintersmith #humor

Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#love #relationships #romance #seasons #unrequited-love

I think that cadaver is only the ideal self run mad, and if the other life, the secret life, could be found and brought home, then a person might live in peace and have no need for God. After all, He has no need for us, being complete. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#god #jeanette-winterson #sexing-the-cherry #home

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. ↗

— Albert Camus

#depth #finally #i #invincible #learned

We were just covered in dirt the whole time. It was so hot - and that was in winter. I can not imagine what it's like in summer and how the people who actually live out there survive. ↗

— Toni Collette

#covered #dirt #hot #how #i

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

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

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

When I climb a fourteener, a 14,000-foot/4,260-meter peak, in the winter by myself, I leave an itinerary and information about where my vehicle will be parked and the name of the county sheriff to contact in case I don't get home. ↗

— Aron Ralston

#case #climb #contact #county #get