Best Winter Quotes to Inspire, Uplift & Motivate You Every Day

“It seemed my whole”

“Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.”

“Nothing comes as an accomplishment instantly. Success does not come overnight. Patience is the key! Grow up and be the tree; but remember it takes dry and wet seasons to become a fruit bearer, achiever and impact maker!”

“I was free with every road as my home. No limitations and no commitments. But then summer passed and winter came and I fell short for safety. I fell for its spell, slowly humming me to sleep, because I was tired and small, too weak to take or handle those opinions and views, attacking me from every angle. Against my art, against my self, against my very way of living. I collected my thoughts, my few possessions and built isolated walls around my values and character. I protected my own definition of beauty and success like a treasure at the bottom of the sea, for no one saw what I saw, or felt the same as I did, and so I wanted to keep to myself.”

“You’re my princess, right? You were always going to be my princess, no matter what you were born, no matter who your dad married.”

“I may seem happy, but I’m still hurting. A nasty, adulterous divorce will do that.”

“Trust is not a gasoline-soaked blanket that succumbs to the matches of betrayal, never able to be used for its warmth again; it’s a tapestry that wears thin in places, but can be patched over if you have the right materials, circumstances, and patience to repair it. If you don’t, you’re always the one who feels the coldest when winter comes.”

“They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else--the cold, and where he'd go in it--was outside, for a while anyway.”

“Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.”

“But only a person in the depths of despair neglected to look beyond winter to the spring that inevitably followed, bringing back color and life and hope.”

“The soft scent of freshly fallen leaves tenderly permeated a forest ignited to a flaming brilliance with sizzling reds, burning oranges, and electric yellows. Yet in the midst of all of the riotous beauty the forest suddenly fell still and entirely silent. And in that moment it seemed that autumn paused in a sort of solemn reverence where it fondly recalled the leaves of summer that had set the stage for the glory of fall, while the slumber of winter would animate the buds of spring. And standing there I wondered if we should not take a moment to reflect on the fact that a season might be dark but it is only a chapter, never a story.”

“Hope is a terribly dangerous thing, for what if that which we so passionately hope for never comes to pass? What if the healing never comes, the relationship is never restored, the dream can’t be revived, and the horror of the inevitable remains horribly inevitable? These things I pondered. And yet, standing in a forest forced silent by the bitter hand of winter I was reminded that spring is never deterred despite how bitter winter’s hand might be. For it is not the ‘hope’ of spring. Rather it is the ‘fact’ of spring. And therefore we must remember that hope is fact despite how bitter the hand of life.”

“There was something in the clear, pine-scented air of that winter morning that seemed to bring him back his joyousness and his ardour for life.”

“She was perfectly sane in streets unknown. She loved conversing with people tagged as strangers. She was social, amiable & all that is her. Yet, with known people she felt unknown, she choked words and fought inside. And indeed she tripped insane while traversing those streets known. She stared at others and consumed their happiness through senses cold. And so she waits for Winter's warmth to touch her in streets of distant shore, in her own world of simple happiness.”

“L.A. kills people.' Jacaranda said. 'You're lucky you're leaving. You'll be able to write.'”

“The snow filled the air with a soft grey-blue mist, softening the wind and gunfire, bringing the earth and sky together into one swaying blur.”

“A fool I was to sleep at noon,”

“There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing ... The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.”

“That time of year thou mayst in me behold”

“If Springtime crawls out of the”

“أعرفُ أنني عندما أقع في الحب”

“The season was waning fast”

“It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun! One would say its rays of light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow crested peak on this day. One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes. Helplessness has weakened me. Wandering has wearied my legs.”

“If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”

“You are my fantasy on a cold dark night, my muse during the light of day and the one wish my soul would make”

“Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.”

“If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.”

“some winters”

“There is the face of God we touch”

“The Steadfast Love of the Lord is not Seasonal; His Mercies do not have winter or summer days... They are new every now and then.”

“Summer is for surrendering; winter is for wondering.”

“I'm going to make it a law that the correct way to address your sovereign is my giving a high five.' Kai's smiled brightened. 'That's genius. Me too.”