In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer – Albert Camus.

I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood – Bill Watterson.

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home – Edith Sitwell

Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn – Marche Blumenberg.

Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius – Pietro Aretino.

Winter is nature’s way of saying, “Up yours” – Robert Byrne.

One of my current pet theories is that the winter is a kind of evangelist, more subtle than Billy Graham, of course, but of the same stuff – Shirley Ann Grau.

Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do – or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so – Stanley Crawford.

Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart – Victor Hugo.

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen – Willa Cather.

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy – William Blake.

To shorten winter, borrow some money due in spring – W.J. Vogel.