Winters have finally arrived at our doors! Despite being associated with cold, white, sad days and lack of sunshine, winters have a charm of their own. In literature, winter isn’t treated as just a season, but also a full-fledged character that has a living presence. Snow, dry chilly winds and cold white days are special in their own unique way and we bring to you some of the most beautiful literary quotes to begin your winter with.
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“Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.” —Gustave Flaubert, November
2. “Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.” —Yoko Ono
3. “Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o’clock, warm hearth rugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without.” —Thomas De Quincy, Confessions of an English Opium Eater
4. “If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” —Anne Bradstreet, The Works of Anne Bradstreet
5. “In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” —Albert Camus
6. “Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person.” —Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
7. “The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.” —E.E. Cummings
8. “Snow was falling,
So much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.” —Mary Oliver
9. “Winter solitude—
in a world of one colour
the sound of the wind.” —Matsuo Basho
10. “The way a Crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued” —Robert Frost