#winter

How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#dying #fall #inspirational #life #philosophy

Colored lights blink on and off, racing across the green boughs. Their reflections dance across exquisite glass globes and splinter into shards against tinsel thread and garlands of metallic filaments that disappear underneath the other ornaments and finery. Shadows follow, joyful, laughing sprites. The tree is rich with potential wonder. All it needs is a glance from you to come alive. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#holiday #lights #tree #winter #inspirational

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

— Albert Camus

#depth #finally #i #invincible #learned

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

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

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

It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city. At all hours it was necessary to keep a lamp lighted, and Mrs. Miller lost track of the days: Friday was no different from Saturday and on Sunday she went to the grocery: closed, of course. ↗

— Truman Capote

#snow #winter #business

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

There are such a lot of things that have no place in summer and autumn and spring. Everything that’s a little shy and a little rum. Some kinds of night animals and people that don’t fit in with others and that nobody really believes in. They keep out of the way all the year. And then when everything’s quiet and white and the nights are long and most people are asleep—then they appear. ↗

— Tove Jansson

#outsiders #winter #introvert