Winter is nature's way of saying, 'Up yours.'
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.
Winter is the time for catching up with old friends and cozying up with a warm cup of cocoa.
In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.
Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.
To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake, it is necessary to stand out in the cold.
Winter forms our character and brings out our best.
Winter is the time when you can think about the Spring.
Winter is a season of recovery and preparation.
Winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour.
Winter is not a season, it's a celebration.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
Winter is the time when things die, and I, a sleepy tortoise, wait for spring.
Winter's here, and I brought a hat.
Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.
Winter is the time when stars shine brighter, and the air is crisp and magical.
Snowflakes are one of nature's most fragile things, but just look what they can do when they stick together.