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What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness? 

John Steinbeck

 
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I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently. And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again. 

                                                                                                        Lewis Carroll    

 
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Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.                                      

Jim Jarmusch

 
Because the birdsong might be pretty,
But it's not for you they sing,
And if you think my winter is too cold,
You don't deserve my spring.

                                       Erin Hanson

I realize there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go.

Jeffrey McDaniel  

Nothing burns like the cold.

George R.R. Martin     

 

A man's vanity is more fragile that you might think. It's easy for us to mistake shyness for coldness, and silence for indifference.

 Lisa Kleypas  

 
What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.

John Knowles  

A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.

William Shakespeare 

 
So many old and lovely things are stored in the world's attic because we don't want them around us and we don't dare throw them out.

 John Steinbeck  

 
That which is wild moves to its own law,
always changing, always hot, cheating death.
I learned early I was a cold girl –
nothing more,
unyielding, fixed –
unreachable, unchangeable. 
A being like me, wilts in the sun –
leave me in my winter,
here I am powerful

                                 Segovia Amil

 

 

 

Fear of change
is like standing under a hot shower
and knowing the moment you'll turn it off
you'll be freezing cold.

Erik Tanghe        

 
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence. 

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry  

 

Learn to like what doesn't cost much.
Learn to like reading, conversation, music.
Learn to like plain food, plain service, plain cooking.
Learn to like fields, trees, brooks, hiking, rowing, climbing hills.
Learn to like people, even though some of them may be different...different from you.
Learn to like to work and enjoy the satisfaction doing your job as well as it can be done.
Learn to like the song of birds, the companionship of dogs.
Learn to like gardening, puttering around the house, and fixing things.
Learn to like the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow on a winter day.
Learn to keep your wants simple and refuse to be controlled by the likes and dislikes of others.

Lowell C. Bennion                                                         

 

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If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints, possibility never. And what wine is so sparkling, what so fragrant, what so intoxicating, as possibility!

Soren Kierkegaard