People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.
In the coldest February, as in every other month in every other year, the best thing to hold on to in this world is each other.
Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
The cold never bothered me anyway.
Snowflakes are one of nature's most fragile things, but just look at what they can do when they stick together.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake, it is necessary to stand out in the cold.
The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.
Kindness is like snow — it beautifies everything it covers.
The problem with winter sports is that — follow me closely here — they generally take place in winter.
Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.
Cold hands, warm heart.
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
When it's cold, it's a good time to practice kindness.
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
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.
There's no such thing as bad weather, only inappropriate clothing.