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.
The snow fell on Bach's shoulders; it was as though flakes of silence were falling on the still Volga, on the dead city, on the skeletons of horses. It was snowing everywhere, on earth and on the stars; the whole universe was full of snow. Everything was disappearing beneath it: guns, the bodies of the dead, filthy dressings, rubble, scraps of twisted iron.
This soft, white snow settling over the carnage of the city was time itself; the present was turning into the past, and there was no future.
Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.
Victor HugoTag: winter stone-hearted
Don't mire up in self despair of your losses, learn from them and move on to other good things in life. Don't stop allowing the sunshine in because of the fear that winter will come and engulf the warmth. Hold it close to you to help you through those cold winter days.
Belinda Taylor on "Loss"It’d been a long time since they’d been together, but as close as they were physically, they’d never been so far apart in every other way.
Jennifer FayeTag: romance fiction christmas winter military snow cabin contemporary-romance soldier holiday reunion love-story harlequin ski-resort giveaway pennsylvania
Franklin knew that the truth lay with the winter night: the world was silent and black-and-white.
Steven MillhauserSo they went running together, silent, toward the vast wastes of snow where no living thing but they two moved under the stars of night.
Clemence HousmanTag: night winter snow running cold
The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air--a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.
Neil GaimanTag: night winter imagery pretty-words
Her fragility makes her uncomfortable, but it has a familiarity, too, like the biting cold of winter that you only half forget during other seasons.
Meg DonohueTag: girls winter seasons summer fragile
She looked at the produce stalls, a row of jewels in a case, the colors more subtle in the winter, a Pantone display consisting only of greens, without the raspberries and plums of summer, the pumpkins of autumn. But if anything, the lack of variation allowed her mind to slow and settle, to see the small differences between the almost-greens and creamy whites of a cabbage and a cauliflower, to wake up the senses that had grown lazy and satisfied with the abundance of the previous eight months. Winter was a chromatic palate-cleanser, and she had always greeted it with the pleasure of a tart lemon sorbet, served in a chilled silver bowl between courses.
Erica BauermeisterTag: cooking winter senses the-seasons
If winter helps you curl up and more that makes it one of the best of the seasons.
Murray PuraTag: reading books winter good-things
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