Where is the subject that does not branch out into infinity? For every grain of sand is a mystery; so is every daisy in summer, and so is every snowflake in Winter. Both upwards and downwards, and all around us, science and speculation pass into mystery at last.
Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No Winter in thy year.john logan
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.Willa Sibert Cather
Let Winter come! let polar spirits sweep The darkening world, and tempest-troubled deep! Though boundless snows the withered heath deform, And the dim sun scarce wanders through the storm, Yet shall the smile of social love repay, With mental light, the melancholy day! And, when its short and sullen noon is o'er, The ice-chained waters slumbering on the shore, How bright the fagots in his little hall Blaze on the hearth, and warm the pictured wall!thomas campbell
The coldest Winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.mark twain
Shimla may have been called the summer capital, but for all practical purposes this was the real Capital of India as the Government of India stayed there for the better part of the year moving down to Kolkata and later to New Delhi only during the Winter months. As the summer capital of the British Raj, Shimla came to be known as ‘the workshop of the Empire’.Ashok Kumar
This Winter I hope you get a splinter if you make a toboggan and it is a mahog'unjohn hegley
Finnish forests: Let us remind the satellite pictures of the 1970’s Winter in which the old forest appeared black and young forest and cut downs white. Already then the Finnish borders were like drawn on the map: White Finland between black Karelian and black Sweden. Finnish Forest Research Institute hicced up some time and then decided that the pictures are fake. . .pentti linkola
Perhaps the wind Wails so in Winter for the summer's dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not.george eliot
I can remember a game, we were down with about 5 to 10 points, I go off about 25 points, we come back and win the game, we're walking off the floor. Tex (Winter) looks at me and says "There's no "I" in team!" I looked at Tex and say, "There's not, but there's an 'I' in win!"Michael Jordan
Winter is come and gone, but grief returns with the revolving year.Percy Bysshe Shelley
Here lies, bowl'd out by Death's unerring ball, A cricketer renowned, by name John Small; But though his name was small, yet great was his fame, For nobly did he play the'noble game'. His life was like his inningslong and good; Full ninety summers had Death withstood, At length the ninetieth Winter camewhen (Fate Not leaving him one solitary mate) This last of Hambledonians, old John Small, Gave up his bat and ballhis leather, wax and all.
All Winter long, I am one for whom the bell is tolling; I can arouse no interest in basketball, Indoor fly casting or bowling; The sports pages are strictly no soap! And until the cry Play Ball! I simply mope.
Nothing is as easy to make as a promise this Winter to do something next summer; this is how commencement speakers are caught.sydney j. harris
New occasions teach new duties; Time makes ancient good uncouth; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate Winter sea, Nor attempt the Future’s portal with the Past’s blood-rusted key.james russell lowell
At first they set up forked stakes connected by twigs and covered these walls with mud. Others made walls of lumps of dried mud, covering them with reeds and leaves to keep out the rain and the heat. Finding that such roofs could not stand the rain during the storms of Winter, they built them with peaks daubed with mud, the roofs sloping and projecting so as to carry off the rain water.vitruvius
A wolf is used to Winter. This is not the first Winter a wolf has lived through.
Creator Venus, genial power of love, The bliss of men below, and gods above! Beneath the sliding sun thou runn'st thy race, Dost fairest shine, and best become thy place; For thee the winds their eastern blasts forbear, Thy mouth reveals the spring, and opens all the year; Thee, goddess, thee, the storms of Winter fly, Earth smiles with flowers renewing, laughs the sky.john dryden