winter melancholy Quotes

I'm a winter girl. I like coming out when things are desolate and everybody's ready to slit their wrists.

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look; But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time.

February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.

Nothing is as tedious as the limping days, When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways, And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom, Assumes control of fate’s immortal loom

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.

I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.

Though February lay about her shoulders like a cloak of lead.

Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps -- but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.

During the wintertime in cold cities, you sometimes need a party to break through the melancholy.

There's a certain Slant of light, Winter afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us— We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are.... When it comes, the Landscape listens— Shadows—hold their breath— When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death.

Where has thou been all the dumb winter days When neither sunlight was nor smile of flowers, Neither life, nor love, nor frolic, Only expanse melancholic, With never a note of thy exhilarating lays?