Quote by Gustave Flaubert
Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it

Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins. – Gustave Flaubert

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Human speech is like a cracked cauldron on which we bang out tunes that make bears dance, when what we want is to move the stars to pity. – Gustave Flaubert

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Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars. – Gustave Flaubert

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I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood. – Bill Watterson

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Welcome, winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless. – Terri Guillemets

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Winter bites with its teeth or lashes with its tail. – Montenegrin Proverb

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Days of high temperature are almost disposable. Time gets pureed in the swelter of it all. Cold-weather hours drags, days and nights become small epics. I welcome the bleakness! – Henry Rollins, “Empowerment Through Libraries,” November 2013, LAWeekly

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