O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.
“I won the winter girl trip over the border into dangerland.”
Now is the winter of our discontent.
“In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.”
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
I felt a determination cover my body like a quilt on a winter night.
Never again will I spend another winter in this accursed bucketshop of a refrigerator called England.
Dear baby, isn’t it good to know winter is coming—
February dawn -- frost on the path where i paced all winter.
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.