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“The world looks like something God had just imagined for His own pleasure, doesn't it? Those trees look as if I could blow them away with a breath--pouf! I'm so glad I live in a world where there are white frosts, aren't you?”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

“Dream of the Tundra Swan

Dusk fell
and the cold came creeping,
cam prickling into our hearts.
As we tucked beaks
into feathers and settled for sleep,
our wings knew.

That night, we dreamed the journey:
ice-blue sky and the yodel of flight,
the sun's pale wafer,
the crisp drink of clouds.
We dreamed ourselves so far aloft
that the earth curved beneath us
and nothing sang but
a whistling vee of light.

When we woke, we were covered with snow.
We rose in a billow of white.”
― Joyce Sidman, Winter Bees & Other Poems of the Cold

“Oh, well, isn't that nice. You are a nice young girl. Be a good friend to her and set her straight. She has love bruises on her neck and didn't come home until this afternoon."
Sweet Holy Jesus, why couldn't the ground just swallow me whole? Bones stifled a laugh and nodded solemnly. "Don't fret, Grannie. We're going to a Bible retreat to scare the devil out of her.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“Frost kills the flowers that bloom out of season...”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Michael Angelo

“For winter was coming. The days were shorter, and frost crawled up the window panes at night. Soon the snow would come. Then the log house would be almost buried in snowdrifts, and the lake and the stream would freeze.”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder, The Little House Collection

“At the darkest time of year, Lord Yule laid down his beard of snow and cloak of frost and ice to illuminate the gloom.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Frost鈥檚 face darkened. 鈥淲hat gives you the right to speak for Miss Hathaway and her family?鈥�
Cam saw no reason to be discreet. 鈥淚鈥檓 going to marry her.鈥�
Frost nearly dropped the iron bar. 鈥淒on鈥檛 be absurd. Amelia would never marry you.鈥�
鈥淲hy not?鈥�
鈥淕ood God,鈥� Frost exclaimed incredulously, 鈥渉ow can you ask that? You鈥檙e not a gentleman of her class, and 鈥� hell and damnation, you鈥檙e not even a real Gypsy. You鈥檙e a mongrel.鈥�
鈥淎ll the same, I鈥檓 going to marry her.鈥�
鈥淚鈥檒l see you in hell first!鈥� Frost cried, taking a step toward him.
鈥淓ither drop that bar,鈥� Cam said quietly, 鈥渙r I鈥檒l dislocate your arm.鈥� He sincerely hoped Frost would take a swing at him. To his disappointment, Frost set the bar on the ground.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Mine Till Midnight

“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.”
― John Burroughs

“Willows bordered the path, like women bent in mourning, their branches shod in ice and brushing the soft white ground like strands of hair. Flowers and shrubs of every variety overflowed their beds, all of them white with frost, a world made of snow and glass, a garden of ghosts.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

“It fell like powdered sugar, brittle, yet airy and without direction as it covered the land under an unforgiving tomb.”
― H.S. Crow

“The lady bears a crust of rage as the ground bears hardened frost in the morning. Some days, 't melts with warm persuasion, but on others, 't lingers, and all is hollow ere its cold fury.”
― Stewart Stafford

“It seemed like a garden where no frost could wither or rough wind blow--a garden remembering a hundred vanished summers.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Emily of New Moon

“A Blackberry Winter by Stewart Stafford

Pond ice beneath the hawthorn tree,
Reeds grasping from the frigid sculpture,
Freezing fog clinging to land and foliage,
Nature hindered but still in amelioration.

Horses in crunching frosted footsteps march,
To break the water trough's thick glaze,
And drink thirstily in raw, jagged gulps,
Until the thaw smoothes itself upon milder days.

A swan slips and skates on the icicled river,
Hoarfrost-encrusted rocks a guard of honour,
The Anatidae ascension, maladroit but effective,
Sure to pluck better days from its plumed reign.

漏 Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“In judging of that tempestuous wind called Euroclydon," says an old writer - of whose works I possess the only copy extant - "it maketh a marvelous difference, whether thou lookest out at it from a glass window where the frost is all on the outside, or whether thou observest it from that sashless window, where the frost is on both sides, and of which the wight Death is the only glazier."... Euroclydon, nevertheless, is a mighty pleasant zephyr to any one in-doors, with his feet on the hob quietly toasting for bed.”
― Herman Melville, Moby Dick

“Syracuse was again ruled by Dionysuis II,
the former young philosopher king was now an overbearing and unjust Tyrant.”
― Daniel Peter Buckley

“I stop, staring into the teardrop-shaped room, my heartbeat an alive and determined creature trying to claw its way out of my throat.”
― Sara Raasch, Ice Like Fire

“I run on a thousand chandeliers, as each blade sparkles with frost; a river of glass underfoot. It is as though the elements are reversed: sky is ground and ground is sky, and I am running on the pinheads of constellations, leaping from star to frosted star.”
― Elizabeth-Jane Burnett, The Grassling

“It was morning again and the air was light and sweet. Silver hoarfrost cloaked golden leaves, and cobwebs were wreathed upon dewy grass and shrubs. There was a hint of snow on distant hills on the moor-side of this place, and to both sides of the slim river that moved between the harvested fields bloomed winter flowers.”
― Chiara Kilian, The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits

“Some of the most beautiful moments can never be effaced by the frost or rain or the waves of time, for they cluster as a solitary rose”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Hurdles will come...
It may stop you...
But keep walking..

Until you reach there...
where you always want to go.”
― Bhawna Dehariya

“People didn鈥檛 need comfort to thrive, or pleasure; they only needed to find meaning.”
― C.N. Crawford, Ambrosia

“IN WORLD EVERYTHING COST,
TIME IS THE THING WE LOST,
IN LIFE NEVER FEEL EXHAUST,
U CAN CHANGE DAMAGED FROST .”
― merlin8thomas

“This book by Dr. Yasuda, while ostensibly about haiku, in reality penetrates deeply into the totality of this living spirit of Japan. It deals with those aspects which have produced and maintained haiku into the present day. The important key to understanding comes with the realization that in Japanese art one strives always for the absolute. Of the absolute there is no question of degree; it is either attained or lost. Most often, to be sure, it is not attained, but it is the constant striving toward and awareness of that high goal which gives strength and vitality to this living aesthetic spirit which has so impressed me in Japan.

(Robert B. Hall, Foreword, p. x)”
― Kenneth Yasuda, Japanese Haiku: Its Essential Nature, History, and Possibilities in English

“An early frost was in the air tonight. Wind whipped outside the cabin鈥檚 basement windows, the last tendrils of late summer disappearing as fall took root. The dismal turn of the weather was a match for Lou鈥檚 mood.”
― Danika Stone, The Dark Divide

“The snow may kiss the ground, yet those memories flower inside as the mellow blooms in a frosted heart鈥�”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“It was like traveling through a stage setting, the air clear and tingling, the moonlight sparkling off bushes laced with frost.”
― Robert Specht, Tisha: The Story of a Young Teacher in the Alaskan Wilderness

“The dark sky beckoned, the stars so dim and small, like speckles of frost.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“No surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader.

Robert Frost”
― Robert Frost

“Dying by the frost is the purest demise, the cold is illy comforting: a salty bath that dampens every sense of self, leaving fond memories that taste so terribly sweet.”
― Trent Lindsey

“To be in the presence of something alive and breathing sounds oddly enlightening. The warmth imbues those around it, invigorating anyone brave enough to brace its companionship, while the cold belittles and erases them, destroying their little dignity.”
― Trent Lindsey