AS LONG as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease. Genesis 8:22 (NRSV)
[GOD] gives snow like wool; he scatters frost like ashes. He hurls down hail like crumbs— who can stand before his cold? Psalm 147:16-17 (NRSV)
IT IS a pleasure to the real lover of nature to give winter all the glory he can, for summer will make its own way and speak its own praises. Dorothy Wordsworth, Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth
LET US LEARN our obligation to thankfulness—for warm houses, clothes, and beds; for comfortable food and fuel to relieve us against the rigor of the cold! William Cooper, Concio Hyemalis: A Winter Sermon
THE COLD autumn rains, the gray austerity of winter woodscape, the pearl purity of December snowfall—all awaken a desire inside of me that, I know, God will not disappoint. Vigen Guroian, The Fragrance of God
I LIKE these cold, gray, winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood. Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes
HAVE YOU entered the storehouses of the snow, or have you seen the storehouses of the hail? Job 38:22 (NRSV)
IN SEEDTIME, learn; in harvest, teach; in winter, enjoy. William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
COLD AND CHILL, bless the Lord. Dew and rain, bless the Lord. Frost and chill, bless the Lord. Ice and snow, bless the Lord. Nights and days, bless the Lord. Light and darkness, bless the Lord. Canticle of the Three Youths
I AM weary of The winter way of loving things for reasons. Richard Wilbur, "Winter Spring"
SPRING, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition. Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook
IS IT too much to say, in winter, that I die? Something of me dies at least. Frederick Buechner, Godric
AND WHAT else was there to do in the winter? Stay inside and read. Or write. Stay inside and dream. Stay inside and look, safely, outside. The Muse might as well be invited—who else would venture out? Patricia Hampl, A Romantic Education
IF WINTER COMES, can spring be far behind? Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Ode to the West Wind"
THERE ARE only two seasons—winter and baseball. Bill Veeck, "Seasons"
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