Charles Godfrey Leland Quotes

Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter's snow.

And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.

I don't like cold weather.

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

When the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees and twists in between husbands and wives asleep in their beds. It shakes the shingles from the roofs and sifts through cracks in the plaster. The only green things left are the holly bushes and the old boxwood hedges in the village, and these are often painted white with snow. Chipmunks and weasels come to nest in basements and barns; owls find their way into attics. At night,the dark is blue and bluer still, as sapphire of night.

At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor.

What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.

I came from Canada, where it's freezing cold for seven months out of the year.

Through the small tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the tree calligraphic.

I love cold weather.

I have never seen snow and do not know what winter means.

I love snow; I love building snowman. The only thing I don't like is the cold - so if we could have a hot Christmas, that would be amazing.

I think snow is so evocative and has such a powerful atmosphere.

Even though I'm from Minnesota, I did not like cold weather.

I think of the cold as a noble force.

I'm not a fan of cold weather.

I like the cold.

I don't think I could survive in cold places.

I'm not a cold-weather guy.

My father was often impatient during March, waiting for winter to end, the cold to ease, the sun to reappear. March was an unpredictable month, when it was never clear what might happen. Warm days raised hopes until ice and grey skies shut over the town again.

But you can't plead with autumn. No. The midnight wind stalked through the woods, hooted to frighten you, swept everything away for the approaching winter, whirled the leaves. ("The North")

It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.

The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.