Chapter 280: In Other Words, Frost

ALL ABOUT THE COLD AND WINTER:

CAVEAT EMPTOR

Winter is coming.

George RR Martin, A Game of Thrones

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, Alice's Adventures

in Wonderland

What good is the warmth of summer,

without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

John Steinbeck, Travel with Charley:

In Search of America

Surely everyone is aware of the divine

pleasures which attend a wintry fireside;

candles at four o'clock, warm hearthrugs,

tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed,

curtains flowing in ample draperies

to the floor, whilst the wind and rain

are raging audibly without.

Thomas De Quincey, Confessions

of an English Opium Eater

Snow flurries began to fall and they

swirled around people's legs like house cats.

It was magical, this snow globe world.

Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen

No animal, according to the rules of

animal-etiquette, is ever expected to

do anything strenuous, or heroic,

or even moderately active

during the off-season of winter.

Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

We feel cold, but we don't mind it,

because we will not come to harm.

And if we wrapped up against the cold,

we wouldn't feel other things,

like the bright tingle of the stars,

or the music of the aurora, or best of all

the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin.

It's worth being cold for that.

Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass

Is it snowing where you are?

All the world that I see from my tower is

draped in white and the flakes are coming

as big as popcorns. It's late aftetnoon -

the sun is just setting (a cold yellow color)

behind some colder violet hills, and I am

up in my window seat using 

the last light to write you.

Jean Webster, Daddy-Long-Legs

Winter then in its early and clear stages,

was a purifying engine that ran unhindered

over city and country, alterimg the stars

to sparkle violently and shower their silver

light into the arms of bare upreaching trees.

It was a mad and beautiful thing that

scoured raw the souls of animals and man,

driving them before it until they loved to run.

And what it did to Northern forests can hardly

be discussed, considering that it iced

the branches of the sycamores on Chrystie

Street and swept them back and forth

until they rang like ranks of bells.

Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale

Winter is much like unrequited love;

cold and merciless.

Kellie Elmore

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