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You can’t get too much winter in the winter. Robert Frost

You can't get too much winter in the winter

You can’t get too much winter in the winter

You can’t get too much winter in the winter. Robert Frost. If to ask a foreigner what season is associated with Russia then he’ll more likely answer winter. And that is explainable. In Russia it’s the most cold part of the year. Here is the set of beautiful images of winter and winter quotes. Let’s start with Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass – “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”

You can't get too much winter in the winter

You can’t get too much winter in the winter

“Gripped with bitter cold, ice-locked, Petersburg burned in delirium. One knew: out there, invisible behind the curtain of fog, the red and yellow columns, spires, and hoary gates and fences crept on tiptoe, creaking and shuffling. A fevered, impossible, icy sun hung in the fog – to the left, to the right, above, below – a dove over a house on fire. From the delirium-born, misty world, dragon men dived up into the earthly world, belched fog – heard in the misty world as words, but here becoming nothing – round white puffs of smoke. The dragon men dived up and disappeared again into the fog. And trolleys rushed screeching out of the earthly world into the unknown. (“The Dragon”)” ― Yevgeny Zamyatin, The Dragon: Fifteen Stories

You can't get too much winter in the winter

You can’t get too much winter in the winter

“Every Autumn now my thoughts return to snow. Snow is something I identify myself with. Like my father, I am a snow person.”
― Charlie English

Winter

Winter

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.” ― Edith Sitwell

Winter

You can’t get too much winter in the winter

“Nothing burns like the cold” ― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

Winter

You can’t get too much winter in the winter

“A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn’t mean in winter”
― Patricia Briggs, Dragon Blood

Winter

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

Winter

You can’t get too much winter in the winter

“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.”
― Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room: The Shakespeare Head Press Edition of Virgina Woolf

Winter

You can’t get too much winter in the winter

“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, November

Winter

You can’t get too much winter in the winter

“My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt
away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.”
― George R.R. Martin

Winter

You can’t get too much winter in the winter

“Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.” ― Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World.

Winter

You can’t get too much winter in the winter

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young

Winter

You can’t get too much winter in the winter

“I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.”
― T.S. Eliot

Winter

You can’t get too much winter in the winter

“A song she heard
Of cold that gathers
Like winter’s tongue
Among the shadows
It rose like blackness
In the sky
That on volcano’s
Vomit rise
A Stone of ruin
From burn to chill
Like black moon-rise
Her voice fell still…”
― Robert Fanney

Winter

You can’t get too much winter in the winter

“A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.”
― Carl Reiner

Winter

You can’t get too much winter in the winter

“Hair is gray and the firers are burning. So many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be proud of me. I always wanted that myself.”
― Tori Amos

Winter

Winter

“If winter comes, can spring be far behind?”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind

Winter

Winter

“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, Shiver

Winter

Winter

“Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people’s legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen

Winter

Winter

“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, Confessions of an English Opium Eater

Winter

Winter

“Winter is not a season, it’s an occupation.”
― Sinclair Lewis

Winter

Winter

“Winter is nature’s way of saying, “Up yours.”
― Robert Byrne

Winter

Winter

“Winter then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that ran unhindered over city and country, alerting the stars to sparkle violently and shower their silver light into the arms of bare up-reaching trees. It was a mad and beautiful thing that scoured raw the souls of animals and man, driving them before it until they loved to run. And what it did to Northern forests can hardly be described, considering that it iced the branches of the sycamores on Chrystie Street and swept them back and forth until they rang like ranks of bells.”
― Mark Helprin, Winter’s Tale

Winter

Winter

“Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It’s late afternoon – the sun is just setting (a cold yellow color) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write to you.”
― Jean Webster, Daddy-Long-Legs

You can’t get too much winter in the winter. Robert Frost