How do mountains stay warm in winter? Snowcaps.
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Quotes tagged ‘Winter’
I somehow managed to avoid the East Coast winters for three years, and now I'm here. You're gonna have to be my little ray of California sunshine.
I heard a weatherman say that 75% of your body heat is actually lost through the top of the top of the head. Which sounds like you could go skiing naked if you got a good hat.
It is only four o'clock; but it is winter and the sun has already set: there are no clouds in the clear, frosty sky to reflect its slant beams, but the air itself is tinged with a slight roseate colour which is again reflected on the snow that covers the ground.
The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Many human beings say that they enjoy the winter, but what they really enjoy is feeling proof against it.
I realise there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.
What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape — the loneliness of it — the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.
In the winter around sunrise, walk next to a river wearing a lot of layers like a nice thick wool coat but no underwear.
Faintly if at all the early snowflakes: hover, hover.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
She is something new, something hopeful. Like spring to my deep winter.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
Down by the Riverside motel, It's ten below and falling. By a ninety-nine cent store, She closed her eyes and started swaying. But it's so hard to dance that way When it's cold and there's no music. Oh, your old hometown's so far away, But inside your head there's a record that's playing...
Ah, where will I find flowers, come winter, and where the sunshine? Walls stand cold.
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night and the heart plunges lower than night