Winter Quotes
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A big part of the equation for 'Winter's Bone' was making it for so little that we owe nobody. We had a guaranteed loan and were able to pay it back.
Debra Granik
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I'm from Sweden, so I don't enjoy winter at all; there's nothing cute about it.
Li Lykke Timotej Zachrisson
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An easy thing, O Power Divine, To thank thee for these gifts of Thine, For summer's sunshine, winter's snow, For hearts that kindle thoughts that glow.
Thomas Wentworth Higginson
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Before Under Armour, the only choices you had were to wear a short-sleeved cotton T-shirt in the summer or a long-sleeved cotton T-shirt in the winter. Why not make a better piece of equipment for underneath the shoulder pads?
Kevin Plank
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Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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"You look like a winter night", he had told her when he had given it to her. "I could sleep inside the cold of you".
Catherynne M. Valente
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We sailed away on a winter's dayWith fate as malleable as clayBut ships are fallible, I sayAnd the nautical, as all things, fades.
Joanna Newsom
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Once in the midst of a seemingly endless winter, I discovered within myself an invincible spring.
Albert Camus
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I am the land, the bones of the hills," he said fiercely, "I am the winter. When I am dead, I will come for you all in the coldest nights.
Conn Iggulden
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I crown thee king of intimate delights,
Fire-side enjoyments, home-born happiness,
And all the comforts that the lowly roof
Of undisturb'd retirement, and the hours
Of long uninterrupted ev'ning, know.
William Cowper
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By the winter of 1945-1946, the Russian peoples were being warned of the dangers from the West
Carroll Quigley
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Winter is beautiful, but bed is better.
Arnold Lobel
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But Winter has yet brighter scenes-he boasts
Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows;
Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods
All flushed with many hues.
William Cullen Bryant
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...trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit, or become a children's playground, a whole sky universe to climb and hang from; an architecture of food and pleasure, that was a tree. But most of all the trees would distill an icy air for the lungs, and a gentle rustling for the ear when you lay nights in your snowy bed and were gentled to sleep by the sound.
Ray Bradbury
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I'd done some acting in high school. Then I went to Kenyon College and got thrown in jail and kicked off the football team. Since I was determined not to study very much, I majored in theater the last two years. Got my degree in speech; they didn't actually have a degree in theater. I graduated at two o'clock in the afternoon, and at three-thirty I was on the train for Williams Bay, Wisconsin, for summer stock, and then I did winter stock.
Paul Newman
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Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
Victor Hugo
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Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
William Shakespeare
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Winter isn't forever. Winter is always followed by spring. And it's how to take advantage of whatever season you're in.
Anthony Robbins
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Every day, I walk with my dog - summer, winter (it gets -20 F in Saint Paul), rain or shine. The nicer the day, of course, the longer the walk.
William Gurstelle
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Do you remember stormy winter?Well button up your coat, one's comin' soon
Ryan Adams
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The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself.
Willa Cather
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The trees are Indian Princes, But soon they'll turn to Ghosts; The scanty pears and apples Hang russet on the bough; Its Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late, 'Twill soon be Winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And what will this poor Robin do? For pinching days are near.
William Allingham
