#winter

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance. ↗

— Yoko Ono

#autumn #fall #life #seasons #spring

I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future - the timelessness of the rocks and the hills - all the people who have existed there. I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show. ↗

— Andrew Wyeth

#history #winter #art

...to create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement. Once created, the creature was separate from the creator, and needed no seconding to fully exist. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#creation #existence #jeanette-winterson #oranges-are-not-the-only-fruit #to-create

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#death #snow #werewolf #winter #beauty

Storage is important. Whether it's cushions you only use outside in the summer, or blankets that only come out in the winter, you've always got to think of where to store them. ↗

— Anthea Turner

#blankets #come #cushions #got #important

For fate may hang on any moment and at any moment be changed. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#fate #jeanette-winterson #sexing-the-cherry #change

Snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze beyond the window. The outside world is a dream. Inside, the fireplace is brightly lit, and the Yule log crackles with orange and crimson sparks. There’s a steaming mug in your hands, warming your fingers. There’s a friend seated across from you in the cozy chair, warming your heart. There is mystery unfolding. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#companion #companionship #fire #hearth #holiday

She and Marie were Montreal girls, not trained to accompany heroes, or to hold out for dreams, but just to be patient. ↗

— Mavis Gallant

#montreal #patience #winter #dreams

Ice is most welcome in a cold drink on a hot day. But in the heart of winter, you want a warm hot mug with your favorite soothing brew to keep the chill away. When you don’t have anything warm at hand, even a memory can be a small substitute. Remember a searing look of intimate eyes. Receive the inner fire. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#fire #heat #ice #intimacy #memory

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#life #opposites #summer #winter #life