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Winter is a season we all wish to start and end soon.
January is here, with eyes that keenly glow,
A frost-mailed warrior
striding a shadowy steed of snow.
A snowdrift is a beautiful thing-if it doesn't lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination.
It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.
It is cold outside.Cold-- Gul Yildiz
Winter makes me want to rage.
One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.
Snow is not a wolf in sheep's clothing - it is a tiger in lamb's clothing.
she was standing upon the brink of the pit of hell and throwing in snowballs to lower the temperature.
It hasn't snowed like this for years. Real, proper snow. Dickensian snow,
What do you get when you cross a vampire with a snowman?" "What?" "Frostbite.
If flurries be the food of quests, snow on.
Winter in New England is merciless and cruel, a season that instills a particular melancholy in its residents and a hopelessness that is all but impossible to shake.
Cold and silence. Nothing quieter than snow. The sky screams to deliver it, a hundred banshees flying on the edge of
the blizzard. But once the snow covers the ground, it hushes as still as my heart.
pg. 301--"Saturday the weather couldn't decide if it was ready to fully entertain winter or if we were still stuck in the fall."
pg.349--"...winter showed up in an angry, punishing fury...
And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.
Let me remember you, soon will the winter be on us,
Snow-hushed and heartless.
itt was snowing as if you could hear wolves howling
A plague of snow, fluffy and dry before it hardens and grips the trees, the walls, and the cars parked haphazardly everywhere. When I walk to the little market a few blocks away, it feels like a test of endurance.
No, I'm from the South, remember? We get snow when we've done something to upset God, which we don't do very often.
An avalanche is just a snowflake that got pissed off.
The snow is still falling and the worst man in the world is drawn towards it like a man who is contemplating his childhood in the dancing flakes.
A wet autumn morning, a garbage truck clattering down the street. The first snowfall of the season, blossom sized flakes falling languidly and melting on teh ground, a premature snow fall delicate as lace, rapidly melting.
It was the kind of snow that didn't amount to anything on the ground. It would just dust the dead grass. The technical term for that level, he decided, was an "annoyance" of snow.
The Great Snow! How cheerful it is to hear of!
When I was a child and the snow fell, my mother always rushed to the kitchen and made snow ice cream and divinity fudge-egg whites, sugar and pecans, mostly. It was a lark then and I always associate divinity fudge with snowstorms.
There was nearly an inch of snow accumulated and Washington was rapidly sinking into hysteria.
In the spring or warmer weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and the snow reveals in palimpsest old buried wanderings, struggles, scenes of death. Tales of winter brought to light again like time turned back upon itself.
Officially it was almost spring but someone had forgotten to pass the news on to winter.
Snow is all right while it is snowing; it is like inebriation because it is very pleasing when it is coming, but very unpleasing when it is going.
Hoary-headed old Winter, I have had enough of you!
December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory ...
The first snow always startles. It covers the tricycle in the driveway, turning its frame into an abstact sculpture that says: See how quickly yesterday turns into today.
Beyond the window, snow fell like frozen drops of poison.
Oh deep winter snow, pale executioner, thou who delights in a slow, torturous death.
Its been a long time coming but now the snow is gone
Cold in the earth - and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills, have melted into spring.
Oh, my God! Psycho kidnapper murderer in the snowstorm.
Come, ye cold winds, at January's call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth.
Oh, how magical it will be to have winter come every year.
The winter will be long and bleak. Nature has a dismal aspect.
It was a bitter cold winter, with long, hard frosts and heavy gales;
Snowdrops: Theirs is a fragile but hardy celebration ... in the very teeth of winter.
The new year begins in a snow-storm of white vows.
A great snow is the calm death of struggle and the transformative birth of life.
There is something hot in snow: Its pure and clean look!
When winter first begins to bite and stones crack in the frosty night, when pools are black and trees are bare, 'tis evil in the Wild to fare.
Every Autumn now my thoughts return to snow. Snow is something I identify myself with. Like my father, I am a snow person.
The heaviest snowfall in over 60 years is being reported in Beijing, China. To give you an idea of how bad it is, the army is now using snowplows to run over dissidents.
Come, let's go
Snow-viewing
Till we're buried.
Just one more thing. I kill Snow.
We had killed them all without firing a shot. I prayed for the snow to fall and bury them for ever. When the snow falls you can almost believe the world is clean again. Is every snowflake different? No one knows.
Snow's not good. It's just cold water gone wrong." "Mountains.
Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky,It turns and turns to say "Good-by!Good-by, dear clouds, so cool and gray!"Then lightly travels on its way.
The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.
snow, I think. We have a few inches already." Julie knew that 'a little snow' to her aunt might well be enough to put the entire northeast into a state of emergency. Aunt Gwen was pushing hard for Julie
Winter is not a season, it's a celebration.
I thought, how magical, the first glimspe of snow. By March I would be sick of it, but here in this November instant those tiny flakes swirled with the unspeakable purity of a divine gift.
It's a family joke that when I was a tiny child I turned from the window out of which I was watching a snowstorm, and hopefully asked, Momma, do we believe in winter?
Winter came early that year. Snow filled the gray December air like fragments of torn-up hope
Flurries early, pristine and pearly. Winter's come calling! Can we endure so premature a falling? Some may find this trend distressing- others bend to say a blessing over sage and onion dressing.
One day you stepped in snow, the next in mud, water soaked in your boots and froze them at night, it was the next worst thing to pure blizzardry, it was weather that wouldn't let you settle.
The winter was blasting its cold winds of dire portent into the tender face of springtime.
The Northeast is being hit with a major snowstorm. Forecasters said they've haven't seen a whiteout like this since last week's Oscar nominations.
Oh my God, is it a bear?"
Ian's yell from across the camp made Snow stop. Then he choked as laughter spilled from his throat.
"It's not a bear, Ian," Rowe yelled. "It's just Snow. Gettin' some.
From winter, plague and pestilence, good lord, deliver us!
One must have a mind of winter.
In reality, Little Ones, there are two winters. One made for kids; the other for adults. The one made for adults is always too cold and always too long. The one made for kids is always perfect. A kid winter is an endless and wild snow carnival where all the rides are free.
First snow: it came this year late in November.
Winter
The season between autumn and spring, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere
the coldest months of the year:
December, January and February.
A period of inactivity or decay.
They will pass the winter in this desultory fashion. The
Winter is ruthless and sometimes sullen and murderous. The wild winter North has gulped ten thousand summers down nor left a froth of sunshine on its lips.
From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,
A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room
And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up
From your book, saw it the moment it landed. That's all
There was to it.
Snow pursued by the wind is not wholly unlike a retreating army. In the open field it ranges itself in ranks and battalions; where it can get a foothold it makes a stand; where it can take cover it does so. You may see whole platoons of snow cowering behind a bit of broken wall.
Snow does not freeze the hands, but like ether distends the lungs until they burst. All the ships are sinking with fire in their bowels, and there are fires hissing in the cellars of every house.
Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.
It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.
Never try to snow a snowman.
Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated.
out to be nor'easters, State of Emergency
When I was a kid, my favourite time of the year when I was child was that magical first snowfall. I'd yell Yippee! Snow! and run up to the front door and shout You know the deal ... You have to let me in now.
The snow is not falling for you.
There seems to be so much more winter than we need this year.
The snow again. White, white net of beauty, net of dream, trapping the earth, trapping the helpless heart of life ...
Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.
I can only manage to hold on to one simple thought: an image of Snow's face accompanied by the whisper in my head. I will kill you.
The Winter solstice (you haven't lived if you haven't seen us running around in our skivvies, banging on pots and pans, shouting "Come back, sun! Goddammit, come back! Come back!
All month the ice muttered and howled and whistled. The trees echoed back and forth among themselves. Taken collectively, the sound was of deep wounding, of winter inexorably taking the life out of things.
And winter was coming.
It was an overcast late November morning, the grass splintered by hoarfrost, and winter grinning through the gaps in the clouds like a bad clown peering through the curtains before the show begins.
The trouble with the last snowfall of the season is that you can't be sure.
I love snow; I love building snowman. The only thing I don't like is the cold - so if we could have a hot Christmas, that would be amazing.
Outside the world was ending and snow continued to fall.
Free the snow globes!
Snow has turned the world into a cemetery.
But the world already was a cemetery
and the snow has only come to announce it.
He that is surprized with the first frost feeles it all the winter after.
There ought to be a word for the Winter form of a tree.
In the southern hemisphere, covering the Christmas tree with fake snow even though winter has nothing to do with the birth of Christ.
I was young, there seemed to be never a childbirth, or a burst appendix, or any other drastic physical event that did not occur simultaneously with a snowstorm.
Nothing is more likely to start me screaming like a madwoman than New York in February with its piles of blackened snow full of yellow holes drilled by dogs.