If the winter is too cold and the summer is too hot, you are not a hiker.
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.
No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.
The bee works all summer and eats honey all winter.
The fire is winter’s fruit.
The grasshoppers sang all the summer, and starved all the winter.
Life of Charlotte Brontë
There are two seasons in Scotland: June and Winter.
When the fall is poor for mushrooms, the winter will be rich with snow.
Youth has its romance, and maturity its wisdom, as morning and spring have their freshness, noon and summer their power, night and winter their repose.
The Life of Charlotte Brontë — Volume 2
Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell