“In the winter, things are dead and dull, but then there is an explosion of life. That's what He promises people who believe in His Son. That's what all the Robertsons are banking on.” PeopleBelieveSonPromiseWinterDullBankingExplosions Author:Si Robertson
“Nothing is as easy to make as a promise this winter to do something next summer; this is how commencement speakers are caught.” NextEasyPromiseSummerWinterCaughtSpeakersJunePublic SpeakingCommencementKeeping PromisesKept PromisesPromises That Are Broken Author:Sydney J. Harris
“I cannot love evergreens - they are the misanthropes of nature. To them the spring brings no promise, the autumn no decline; they are cut off from the sweetest of all ties with their kind - sympathy. ... I will have no evergreens in my garden; when the inevitable winter comes, every beloved plant and favorite tree shall drop together - no solitary fir left to triumph over the companionship of decay.” KindTogetherLeftCuttingTreePromiseSpringGardenPlantWinterInevitableTriumphBelovedTiesAutumnDeclineSolitaryDecayCompanionshipSweetestMisanthropeEvergreens Book:Francesca Carrara Source: Francesca Carrara
“Today While the blossoms still cling to the vine I'll taste your strawberries I'll drink your sweet wine A million tomorrows shall all pass away Here I forget all the joy that is mine. Today I'll be a dandy and I'll be a rover You know who I am by the songs that I sing I'll feast at your table I'll sleep in your clover Who cares what tomorrow shall bring I can't be contented with yesterday's glory I can't live on promises winter to spring Today is my moment and now is my story I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing” KnowsStillsI CanMomentsStoriesCareTodayJoySongSleepForgetMillionsLaughingCryMinesSweetTomorrowDrinkPromiseTasteSpringGloryTablesWineWinterYesterdayWho I AmWho CaresPassing AwayVinesStrawberriesCloversDandyWinter To SpringSweet Wine Author:John Denver
“The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air. It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies. Its clear tones resound in the placid silence of the winter day, and echo long into the silver-blue serenity of night. The bell can only be seen at the turning of the year, when the days wind down into nothing, and get ready to march out again. When you hear the bell, you feel a tug at your heart. It is your immortal inspiration.” FeelsYearsHeartLongInspirationNightSilenceWonderClearAirSkyReadyWindPromiseBlueWinterRingsIceToneSilverImmortalMarchBellsSerenityEchoesMiraculousSuspendedFresh StartBeginnings And EndingsPlacidWinter Days Author:Vera Nazarian
“In those days, Christmas still retained a certain aura of magic and mystery. The powdery light of winter, the hopeful expressions of people who lived among shadows and silence, lent that setting a slight air of promise in which at least children and those who had learned the art of forgetting could still believe.” PeopleBelieveChildrenArtStillsLightCertainForgetSilenceMagicAirMysteryExpressionPromiseShadowWinterSettingSettingsHopefulAuras Author:Carlos Ruiz Zafon