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Everyone asks how I felt before the perfect game. You never feel bad when you're in the World Series. You've got all winter to rest.Collection: Winter
First of all, I don't think of myself as a northern Michigan writer. I think of myself as an American writer who happens - and yes, by choice, and for a long time now - to live in this particular place, and where, as the joke goes, there are only three seasons: July, August, and winter.Collection: Winter
So, timely you came, and well you chose, You came when most needed, my winter rose. From the snow I pluck you, and fondly press Your leaves 'twixt the leaves of my leaflessness.Collection: Winter
Tis an admirable thing to see how some people will labour to find out terms that may obscure a plain sense, like a gentleman I knew, who would never say 'the weather grew cold,' but that 'winter begins to salute us.' I have no patience for such coxcombs.Collection: Winter
Skiing with friends in Reberty, France, after the Winter Olympics in 2010, was an amazing trip. I was at my happiest surrounded by all those mountains.Collection: Winter
Teeth of winter, sinking into my flesh, my own clacking against each other like knitting needles, and I wish they'd knit a heavy shawl around my shoulders before widening into a yawn. Why do I always yawn when I'm cold?Collection: Winter
Winter is not an end. It is in transit. It is headed to bankruptcy. The sheriff will sell its stock for what he can get and an ice man will be the only bidder at the sale.Collection: Winter
The thing one resents about winter is its inactivity; the perpetual sameness of ice-armored hills and snow-blanketed woods. Great things, of course, may be going on underneath; but nature wears a mask, is icily non-committal.Collection: Winter
But I shall like my battle. This sort of day puts one in mood for it. Plenty of wood in the shed, jam and potatoes and apples in the cellar, hay and oats and Cressy in the barn. Pooh - what is winter?Collection: Winter
it was a bitter and biting iron-gray afternoon, that clanked like armor and was as cold as a frosty axehead.Collection: Winter
No one thinks of winter when the grass is green.Collection: Winter
Winter regularly takes many more lives than any heat wave: 25,000 to 50,000 each year die in Britain from excess cold. Across Europe, there are six times more cold-related deaths than heat-related deaths...by 2050...Warmer temperatures will save 1.4 million lives each year.Collection: Winter
When I used to watch vaudevillian impressionists, people like Rich Little or Frank Gorshin, I always felt like the voice was the only point. I didn't want to do that. I wanted to be of the Robin Williams or Jonathan Winters model, where observation and storytelling was important.Collection: Winter
First, the three of us holed up in winter in a cabin and took the 500 hours down to twelve hours. Then we found an editor, Lambis Haralambidis. He took that twelve hours and brought it to five. Then we get together and started taking the ax and chopping off different parts of our film.Collection: Winter
Green thoughts emerge from some deep source of stillness which the very fact of winter has released.Collection: Winter
I don't have a dayjob or anything. And then, winter's [makes it] hard to do anything.Collection: Winter
I think I can remember being dead. Many times, in winter, I approached Zeus. Tell me, I would ask him, how can I endure the earth?Collection: Winter
The leaves hop, scraping on the ground. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones its single emptiness, The savagest hollow of winter-sound.Collection: Winter
Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.Collection: Winter
You have food?" Winter scolded. "I thought you said you were hungry." I'm hungry for other things besides what I have," [Clover] argued.Collection: Winter
Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rockyCollection: Winter
In the winter, warmth stands for all virtue.Collection: Winter
A cold and searching wind drives away all contagion, and nothing can withstand it but what has a virtue in it, and accordingly, whatever we meet with in cold and bleak places, as the tops of mountains, we respect for a sort of sturdy innocence, a Puritan toughness. All things beside seem to be called in for shelter, and what stays out must be part of the original frame of the universe, and of such valor as God himself.Collection: Winter
The wonderful purity of nature at this season is a most pleasing fact.... In the bare fields and tinkling woods, see what virtue survives. In the coldest and bleakest places, the warmest charities still maintain a foothold.Collection: Winter
How wholesome winter is, seen far or near; how good, above all mere sentimental, warm-blooded, short-lived, soft-hearted, moral goodness, commonly so called. Give me the goodness which has forgotten its own deeds,--which God has seen to be good, and let be.Collection: Winter
Winter is the time for study, you know, and the colder it is the more studious we are.Collection: Winter
You may tell by looking at any twig of the forest, ay, at your very wood-pile, whether its winter is past or not.Collection: Winter
I contribute to the dead of winter and the moans of silence, blood trails are music to my ears … I'm a gut pile addict … The pig didn't know I was there … it's my kick … I love shafting animals … it's rock 'n' roll power.Collection: Winter
In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages, long ago betidCollection: Winter
Let no man boast himself that he has got through the perils of winter till at least the seventh of May.Collection: Winter
I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.Collection: Winter
Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.Collection: Winter
Winter came and the city [Chicago] turned monochrome -- black trees against gray sky above white earth. Night now fell in midafternoon, especially when the snowstorms rolled in, boundless prairie storms that set the sky close to the ground, the city lights reflected against the cloudsCollection: Winter
Winter is for women The woman still at her knitting, At the cradle of Spanish walnut, Her body a bulb in the cold and too dumb to think.Collection: Winter
In case you're wondering, the underside of a sheep doesn't smell that great. Imagine a winter sweater that's been dragged through the mud and left in the laundry hamper for a week. Something like that.Collection: Winter
Vanity in an old man is charming. It is a proof of an open, nature. Eighty winters have not frozen him up, or taught him concealments. In a young person it is simply allowable; we do not expect him to be above it.Collection: Winter
What miracle of weird transforming Is this wild work of frost and light, This glimpse of glory infinite?Collection: Winter
I know what the problem is, of course. The disorientation, the distraction, the difficulty focusing - all classic Phase One signs of deliria. But I don't care. If pneumonia felt this good I'd stand out in the snow in the winter with bare feet and no coat, or march into the hospital and kiss pneumonia patientsCollection: Winter
The moles nested in my cellar, nibbling every third potato, and making a snug bed even there of some hair left after plastering and of brown paper; for even the wildest animals love comfort and warmth as well as man, and they survive the winter only because they are so careful to secure them.Collection: Winter
Hadrian shook his head and sighed. “Why do you have to make everything so difficult? They’re probably not bad people—just poor. You know, taking what they need to buy a loaf of bread to feed their family. Can you begrudge them that? Winter is coming and times are hard.” He nodded his head in the direction of the thieves. “Right?” “I ain’t got no family,” flat-nose replied. “I spend most of my coin on drink.” “You’re not helping,” Hadrian said.Collection: Winter
One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.Collection: Winter
In the uncertain ebb and flow of time and emotions, much of one’s life history is etched in the senses. And things of no particular importance, or irreplaceable things, can suddenly resurface in a café one winter night.Collection: Winter
There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.Collection: Winter
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.Collection: Winter