Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze ...

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.

I cannot forget that, just as my life was touching its fullest flower, love came and destroyed it all in a single hour.

You can't get too much winter in the winter.

Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.

Winter is my favourite season.