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Winter Quotes

“Tell me where the swans go in the winter I need to know if the mute ones can sing. Tell me why stars fall from the sky I need to know if it is luck they bring. Tell me why feathers land near you I need to know if you've injured your wing. Now, tell me where you end, my angel For I no longer know where I begin.”

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Author:Kamand Kojouri
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“I fall asleep Call it deep while all is well be- Cause my life seems like a freestyle mean- While asleep on the couch I dream it's a written piece and now The symphony's sounding Shouting out to these feet whose leaps feel foul but quite loud But how I'm allowed to live my dreams My Chimeran team brings the Siberian breed Riding reality free 'til these tires they freeze In mires in dire need of wires, fire and heat but I love a dark, hard cold heart in the wintery breeze”

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Book:Killosophy
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“Winter is viewed as a gloomy inconvenience and, rather than getting outside to reap what little daylight there is, we switch the lights on and crank up the central heating instead. This may be detrimental to our mental health: exposure to bright light, particularly during the early morning, is a tried and tested way of combating the winter blues. Similarly, many of us keep the lights and heating on long after the sun has set and spend these already brightened evenings in front of electronic gadgets, which produce yet more light. This may undermine our ability to get a decent night's sleep.”

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Book:Chasing the Sun: The New Science of Sunlight and How it Shapes Our Bodies and Minds
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“I recognized winter. I saw it coming (a mile off, since you ask), and I looked it in the eye. I greeted it and let it in. I had some tricks up my sleeve, you see. I've learned them the hard way. When I started feeling the drag of winter, I began to treat myself like a favored child: with kindness and love. I assumed my needs were reasonable and that my feelings were signals of something important. I kept myself well fed and made sure I was getting enough sleep. I took myself for walks in the fresh air and spent time doing things that soothed me. I asked myself: What is this winter all about? I asked myself: What change is coming?”

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Book:Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times
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“Has my fate really been so altered, Or is this game truly truly over? Where are winters, when I fell asleep In the morning in the sixth hour? In a new way, severely and calmly, I now live on the wild shore. I can no longer pronounce The tender or idle word. I can't believe that Christmas-tide is coming. Touchingly green is this the steppe before The beaming sun. Like a warm Wave, licks the tender shore. When from happiness languid and tired I was, then of such quiet With trembling inexpressible I dreamed And this in my imagining I deemed The after-mortal wandering of the soul...”

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Author:Anna Akhmatova
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“חורף… קרח־עולמים מכסה את קירות לבי. שעמום קהה, אשר מפניו תבוֹל כל תשוקה ומנשימתו ימות כל רגש, תוקף את כל פנימיותי, אני מתהווה חסר־תנועה, אני נעשה משא כבד על נפשי. רק דרך מוחי מסתננים תמונת חטמי, קול דברי, זקני, צחוקי, אנחתי – ואני שוטם בי את הכל. נקוט בנפשי על הכל. נכלם ומתבייש מהכל. כל מה שיש בי נראה מאוס, מזויף, נלעג ומעורר־גועל, כל הויתי מעוררת בי רגש של אשמה ורושם של תיעוּב. אין לי מקום.”

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Book:בחורף
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“I had for my winter evening walk- No one at all with whom to talk, But I had the cottages in a row Up to their shining eyes in snow. And I thought I had the folk within: I had the sound of a violin; I had a glimpse through curtain laces Of youthful forms and youthful faces. I had such company outward bound. I went till there were no cottages found. I turned and repented, but coming back I saw no window but that was black. Over the snow my creaking feet Disturbed the slumbering village street Like profanation, by your leave, At ten o'clock of a winter eve.”

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Book:North of Boston
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“I may love the great outdoors in winter, but even I draw the line at sunset. When November comes, I have no desire to leave the house after dark. My instinct is to hibernate the evenings away. I hate those strange walks along the high street, lit only by street lamps and the glow of shop windows, the cold seeping up your coat sleeves. I don’t like the way that 4 o’clock can feel so desolate, the air damp without the corrective force of the sun./ The very thought of driving seems nightmarish – those impenetrable roads their edges uncertain; the dance you have to perform with the full beam, flicking it on and off, on and off. Far better to stay at home.”

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Book:Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times
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“That was the winter of learning empty space. Learning a tight pressure around my chest, waiting to explode and break out. But no matter how far you travel or how long you wander, how cold it grows or how drunk you get, the tight pressure just stays in there. You meditate, pray, fast and run, thinking it’s some kind of detoxification process. A stone of toxic memories from all things yesterday and you just need to release it, let go and clean yourself pure. But the stone stays in there. A big, black stone of heaviness. Sadness.”

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Book:He loved me some days. I'm sure he did: 99 essays on growth through loss
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“The heat finally left space for breathing and crisp air. The trees undressed and coloured the streets and I found myself changing with the season. I so badly wanted to be that force of nature, that fire no one can touch, but I was tired. Tired, tired, tired, of being me and if I had one inch of energy to be something beautiful, I would have, but all I could care about was to make it home before it got dark.”

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Book:Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps
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“Falling in Love To fall in love with this universe is to feel the whispering of winds, and sense how snow falls with silent ease, how the world gets hushed with a frost so deep. Love is in knowing those century-old stories are carved in the trunks and barks. Love is in knowing that it is the quiet fire in the cold. To fall in love is to feel how the forest holds its quiet peace, how stories are held in the sleeping stones of the earth, how drums still play beneath the frost, keeping the quiet fire still alive. Love is in knowing that though winter can blanket the earth, but it can never dim the spirit, For the old soul has fallen in love. Love is in knowing that the winds call the spirit, and when night falls, Star trails carry the memories in every strand of light. So you hear the quiet song, rising from the earth to your depths. Jayita Bhattacharjee”

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Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
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“Up came the light. Good old light. Good new light. In fact the light had come up today marginally earlier than yesterday. And yesterday’s light had been up a sliver earlier than the day’s before that. There was this different quality to the light even only four days past the shortest day; the shift, the reversal, from increase of darkness to increase of light, revealed that a coming back of light was at the heart of midwinter equally as much as the waning of light.”

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Author:Smith, Ali
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“The long, slow, sweet summer that had filled us with peace was drawing to a close. The breezes might still blow warm, but around the edges of our world was a "last-time" feeling. This special kind of loveliness, these rich offerings of pasture and wood lot could not go on forever. I wanted to tuck it all inside me--the wonder of it and our own deep delight--so it would last through the winter and until the year turned again to spring.”

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Book:The Lighted Heart
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