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Edith Sitwell
 Winter is non a season, it's a celebration.
Anamika Mishra
 Winter is on my head, only eternal boundary is inward my heart.
Victor Hugo


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T. S. Eliot
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Bill Watterson
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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Sinclair Lewis
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William Blake


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 Winter is the fourth dimension for comfort, for adept nutrient as well as warmth, for the impact of a friendly mitt as well as for a utter beside the fire: it is the fourth dimension for home.
Edith Sitwell
 Winter is non a season, it's a celebration.
Anamika Mishra
 Winter is on my head, only eternal boundary is inward my heart.
Victor Hugo


 Winter kept us warm, roofing public inward forgetful snow
T. S. Eliot
 I similar these cold, grayness wintertime days. Days similar these allow yous savour a bad mood.
Bill Watterson
 Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree inward winter. Who would intend that those branches would plough light-green in 1 lawsuit again as well as blossom, only nosotros promise it, nosotros know it.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
 Winter is non a season, it's an occupation.
Sinclair Lewis
 In seed fourth dimension learn, inward harvest teach, inward wintertime enjoy.
William Blake


 It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the burn of the frost, the somebody of the sunbeam. This crisp wintertime air is sum of it.
John Burroughs