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«People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.»
«There are only two seasons -- winter and Baseball.»
«There are three reasons for becoming a writer: the first is that you need the money; the second that you have something to say that you think the world should know; the third is that you can't think what to do with the long winter evenings.»
«People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.»
«Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.»
«Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.»
«There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes»
«Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.»
Author: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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«The English winter - ending in July, / To recommence in August.»
«The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennui, vanish, - all duties even»