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| It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. | Charles Dickens | Great Expectations |  |
| Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day. | Virginia Woolf | Night and Day | |
| The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring. | Edith Wharton | Ethan Frome | |
| Looking up, she showed him quite a young face, but one whose bloom and promise were all swept away, as if the haggard winter should unnaturally kill the spring. | Charles Dickens | The Haunted Man | |
| The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them. | Lucy Maud Montgomery | Anne of Green Gables | |
| The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire. | Charles Dickens | Our Mutual Friend | |
| There is probably a smell of roasted chestnuts and other good comfortable things all the time, for we are telling Winter Stories - Ghost Stories, or more shame for us - round the Christmas fire; and we have never stirred, except to draw a little nearer to it. | Charles Dickens | A Christmas Tree | |
| "My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary." | Emily Bronte | Wuthering Heights | |
| The last day of the old year was one of those bright, cold, dazzling winter days, which bombard us with their brilliancy, and command our admiration but never our love. | Lucy Maud Montgomery | Anne's House of Dreams | |
| It was one of those chilly and empty afternoons in early winter, when the daylight is silver rather than gold and pewter rather than silver. | G. K. Chesterton | The Wisdom of Father Brown | |
| Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. | Willa Cather | My Antonia | |
| It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered his schoolroom windows on the Thursday, still lingered in the air, and was falling white, while the wind blew black. | Charles Dickens | Our Mutual Friend | |
| Look round and round upon this bare bleak plain, and see even here, upon a winter's day, how beautiful the shadows are! Alas! it is the nature of their kind to be so. The loveliest things in life, Tom, are but shadows; and they come and go, and change and fade away, as rapidly as these! | Charles Dickens | Martin Chuzzlewit | |
| A moment, and its glory was no more. The sun went down beneath the long dark lines of hill and cloud which piled up in the west an airy city, wall heaped on wall, and battlement on battlement; the light was all withdrawn; the shining church turned cold and dark; the stream forgot to smile; the birds were silent; and the gloom of winter dwelt on everything. | Charles Dickens | Martin Chuzzlewit | |
| External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. | Charles Dickens | A Christmas Carol | |
| A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses; on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen shroud: lanes which last night blushed full of flowers, to-day were pathless with untrodden snow; and the woods, which twelve hours since waved leafy and flagrant as groves between the tropics, now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry Norway. | Charlotte Bronte | Jane Eyre | |
| It was on a bitterly cold night and frosty morning, towards the end of the winter of '97, that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. It was Holmes. The candle in his hand shone upon his eager, stooping face, and told me at a glance that something was amiss. | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Adventure of Abbey Grange | |
| Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive. | Louisa May Alcott | Little Men | |
