For Friends Still in the Throes of Winter

And what else was there to do in the winter? Stay inside and read. Or write. Stay inside and dream. Stay inside and look, safely, outside. The Muse might as well be invited—who else would venture out?
-Patricia Hampl, A Romantic Education

Is it too much to say, in winter, that I die? Something of me dies at least.
-Frederick Buechner, Godric

Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.
-Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook

It is a pleasure to the real lover of nature to give winter all the glory he can, for summer will make its own way and speak its own praises.
-Dorothy Wordsworth, Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth

Have a blessed weekend friends - and warm yourself in His embrace!