“El sueño era manantial de perpetuo deleite para la señora Bantry”
Source: Un cadaver en la biblioteca / El caso de los anonimos
“The Blues
The Blahs
The Weary Dismals
Lost in Gloom
Woesome Me's
The Eternal 3 AM of the Soul.”
Source: When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler's Journal of Staying Put
“If winter were a person, I would kill them. I would go to jail for sunshine, birds singing and the smell of fresh cut grass hmm fresh cut grass.”
“Anything that gets you out, that gets you physically active, is going to be good psychotherapy and stave off winter problems.”
Source: Eiger Dreams: Ventures among men and mountains
“Resigning ourselves to trudging through the season costs us. At best, we're missing the joys and delights of a special time, one unique in its opportunities for contemplation, connection, and delight. At worst, though, we're sleepwalking through a third of the year or more--meaning we're opting out of fully embracing months of our lives. Whether we're aware of them or not, our mindsets impact our experience of winter.”
Source: How to Winter: Harness Your Mindset to Thrive on Cold, Dark, or Difficult Days
“These fools who haven't the slightest idea how to live the morals they espouse. These fools who proclaim themselves men of God, yet show not the slightest reverance to His word...Is it any different from a drunkard preaching temperance? A whore preaching modesty?”
Source: Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter
“It is always a poet's winter.”
Source: Squandering the Blue: Stories
“January is the calendar's ingrown hair.”
“Suddenly she wants to fall to her knees and pray for the poets. She imagines them with immaculate ravaged faces, with necklaces of ransacked moons, with teeth which are black stubs. Poets are collections of unused crescents and bandages, confused images and terrible departing.”
Source: Squandering the Blue: Stories
“Bleak sky, winter bites, harsh winds, unforgiving rain... Well, weather isn't just going to change but you can find your own sunshine. Chase your happiness.”