8 literary quotes to make you love winter

December 21st is the official winter solstice, however, we believe winter truly begins when the long nights draw in and all we can smell is burning candles and a home cooked dinner. 

For many of us winter is a state of peacefulness and hibernation. It is a time we are accepted for our introverted tendencies to bury ourselves away with books for endless days. There is something special about switching on those fairy lights, drinking hot chocolate and reading romance novels deep until spring. 

We wanted to take this moment to share with you some pieces by authors and poets that manage to beautifully express and deepen our love for winter. Grab a cup of tea, let's get cosy.

1. “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
   - Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

2. “In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.”
   - Ben Aaronovitch, Broken Homes

3. “Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake.”
   - Sara Raasch, Snow Like Ashes

4. “My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.”
   - George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

5. “What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
   - John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America

6. “Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
   - Edith Sitwell, Poet

7. “If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome."
   - Anne Bradstreet, The Works of Anne Bradstreet

8. “Snow was falling,
   so much like stars
   filling the dark trees
   that one could easily imagine
   its reason for being was nothing more
   than prettiness.”
   - Mary Oliver, Poet

Winter, we are ready for you.