White is not a mere absence of color; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black. /K.Gilbert/
In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer. /A.Camus/
One kind word can warm three winter months.
The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only. /J.Wood Krutch/
When there’s snow on the ground, I like to pretend I’m walking on clouds. /T.Ikkaku/
Winter makes a bridge between one year and another. /A.Goldsworthy/