Thanks to budget shortfalls and format wars, our traditional media, literature, and arts are perishing faster than ever before. Nothing conceived by the human mind, except Heaven and nuclear winter, is eternal.
King Charles, who was also the Holy Roman Emperor, lived and worked in hard bare rooms with no carpets, crowding to the fire in winter, using the window’s sunshine in summer.
Cern’s colliders usually shut down for a winter break, because the cost of electricity increases as the temperature drops and the Swiss turn on their heaters and tuck into their fondue.
For too many families in St. Louis and across the country, the high cost of energy means having to choose between keeping the heat on in the winter or buying groceries. I, myself, have had to make that choice.
If the Halcyon days of a Mediterranean winter, god-blessed, were good enough for sublime kingfishers they should certainly have something to offer us all.
I’ve never gotten used to winter and never will.
The best thing about a British winter is the cold weather, real fires, frosty mornings. I love living somewhere that has proper seasons.
The Progressive Blues Experiment, Johnny Winter… and Still Alive and Well is my favorite rock record.
The video for ‘Last Christmas’ was shot in the early winter of 1984 in the Swiss ski resort of Saas Fee. It was a glorious affair, and the two days we spent shooting it were a riot of laughter and fun, which I think comes across.
I think there’s something charming about incorporating summer clothes into winter, like pairing a summery skirt with a massive sweater. I’m also really into layering during the winter!
I was sent to boarding school – a grim place. The only good thing the headmaster did for us was every Sunday evening in the winter he would show us films in the chapel. He couldn’t afford a sound projector, so we saw silent films, which you could then still rent from photographic shops.
Happiness is a by-product rather than an end in itself. It pops into your life unbidden, and then tends to pop out again. I’m on record as being depressive. It is related to winter.
Winter is nature’s way of saying, ‘Up yours.’
A fan sent me a pair of fluffy winter socks, and I was like, ‘Oh, that’s cool. I’ll wear them to bed. It’s cold; it’s winter.’ But they were worn. They were black underneath, and they stunk, and I hate feet. She was like, ‘I’m giving you my favorite pair.’
I wasn’t banned from skiing but didn’t go much in college because I couldn’t afford it, and there just wasn’t the time. I played football all winter, then in summer I did track and field and played volleyball.
One winter, I went to Erfoud to research trilobites and got to know the quarries, the dealers, and the remote mining villages. They are not easy places to visit, and this was a completely unknown corner of the world economy: children slaving away on desert cliffs to furnish wealthy collectors in San Francisco.
Hollywood is a perpetual summerland, a temperate, godless yaw where the very word ‘season’ has been co-opted by television executives. There are few harbingers of winter here.
It’s called Sisters of the Winter Madrigal. It was interesting for me to see it done after so many years; because I wrote it and I didn’t realize what a rage I was in.
And we have a little herb garden, which survived the winter thanks to global warming. It makes me feel like a cool, old Italian housewife, that I kept my rosemary alive outside all winter.
In the winter, I read next to a wood-burning stove. In the summer, we have a place up in Michigan where I like to read in a hammock. It’s almost entirely hidden by cedar trees and right up by the water. You can climb in there and see nothing but water and be seen by nobody. It’s perfect.
And some places you been before are so great that you don’t ever mind going back. Some places you been before you don’t ever want to go back, you know, like Montreal in the Winter.
I had slumps that lasted into the winter.
On winter Sundays when I was a child, we waited for my father to return from his tennis game with bagels and sturgeon and for my mother to object when the 1 P.M. Giants game began.
I came into Chicago in winter – I’d never been so cold in my life! I was very homesick, and a poor student at that time. America seemed so different and so filled with amazing things – and almost all of them were out of my reach.
Thus, during the winter of 2003 I ventured into a new arena as a professional photographer.
I think it was lucky that during most of the work on the Odyssey I lived on Homer’s sea in houses that were, in one case, shaken by the impact of the Mediterranean winter storms on the rocks below.
My father was a prosperous hatter-farmer – making hats for the local markets during the winter months, tilling his little ten-acre farm during the summer time.
I’d studied dance in Chicago every summer end taught it all winter, and I was well-rounded. I wasn’t worried about getting a job on Broadway. In fact, I got one the first week.
As winter approaches – bringing cold weather and family drama – we crave page-turners, books made for long nights and tryptophan-induced sloth.
In the winter, I enjoy cross-country skiing and raising orchids and amaryllises. If I could grow tropical flowers as perennials, I would, especially hibiscus and mandavilla.
As the Olympic torch neared Lake Placid, N.Y., in 1980, signaling the opening of that year’s Winter Olympics, newspapers and magazines throughout the world offered predictions on who would win medals in the major sports. Not a single publication gave the American men’s hockey team a chance against the world powers.
I have always had strong maternal instincts. Even when I was still a child I cut out pictures of prams from newspapers and imagined the feeling of pushing my own pram through fresh winter snow and seeing the wheels’ tracks behind me in the snow.
I did ‘Hedwig and the Angry Inch’ two years in a row in the winter in Seattle, and that was an amazing experience both times.
If the Halcyon days of a Mediterranean winter, god-blessed, were good enough for sublime kingfishers they should certainly have something to offer us all.
It feels silly to watch endless hours of winter sports every four years, when we never watch them any other time, and we don’t even understand the rules, which doesn’t stop us from scoring everyone, every run, every skate, every race.
I was raised in California, so this whole New York winter thing is completely new for me. I’ve already justified buying seven coats!
It’s almost as if the Swedes have two different personalities: one for winter and one for summer. I am both a happy and a melancholic person. It’s complex as I get so much from life.
We evolved living in more sunlight than today. We make our own vitamin D when sunlight hits our skin cells. Many people living in the northern hemisphere, however, suffer from lower levels of vitamin D during the fall, winter and spring.
When I was 13, tennis became more of my life. It’s when I gave up skiing, I gave up winter sports. I still played varsity basketball my freshman year of high school – basketball was the last sport I gave up for my tennis.
I want to age the way that life makes you age, because there’s beauty in autumn and winter and I think people forget that.
But I plan on dedicating specific training to track this winter for the next racing season.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Now is the winter of our discontent.
I loved Jennifer Lawrence’s performance in ‘Winter’s Bone.’
Every year I buy a big faux-fur coat for the winter.
I like the world, but I feel very, very Italian. I love the small parts of my country: Tuscany, Capri in the winter. I don’t like big towns.
I believe in process. I believe in four seasons. I believe that winter’s tough, but spring’s coming. I believe that there’s a growing season. And I think that you realize that in life, you grow. You get better.
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.
When people ask me why is ‘Winter’s Tale’ a fantasy, I point out that it is not a fantasy.
I think bare legs in winter are idiotic. Unless your naked pins are toned, tanned and veinless, it’s best to cover up. There is nothing more elegant in winter than dark tights worn with matching knee-length boots and a belted trench coat.
My door was open part of the time, and part of the time I tried to get a nap and their voices annoyed me, and I closed it. I kept it open in summer more or less, and closed in winter.
At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness. At the Winter Solstice, the wind is cold, trees are bare and all lies in stillness beneath blankets of snow.
Of course, the outcome of the war would not have been changed. The war was lost perhaps, when it was started. At least it was lost in the winter of ’42, in Russia.
The Bowery Hotel is always a great place to meet people for drinks. It’s so cozy in there, especially in the late fall and winter.
I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper and the old men and old women warmer in the winter and happier in the summer.
