The Most Beautiful Words About Winter

Winter feels cold for those who lack warm memories.
Do not trust the winter sun or the heart of a woman.
When we find ourselves submerged, winter no longer frightens us.
Winter will ask you what you did in the summer.
If you nurture the wolf in winter, it will predator you in spring.
This morning I awoke to the last call of the nightingales; winter is coming today, and my mother calls it the season of wandering and separation.
If I do not die tonight under the moonlight, I will die tomorrow from misery, or from winter’s chill.
I will bake you cakes all winter, but beware — if you think of escaping, I will toss you into the oven.
Do not leave my heart vulnerable to the winter’s chill; be just in your absence.
Everyone longs for happiness, yet it remains like the moon obscured by winter clouds.
He is oblivious to his harshness like winter.
Shall I guide you to a cold bounty? They asked: What is it, Abu Huraira? He replied: Fasting in winter.
Do not fell a tree in winter; do not make negative decisions in difficult times. Avoid making your most significant decisions when you are at your worst. Be patient, for the storm will pass, and spring will arrive.
Night has fallen, and winter comes without a moon. We yearn for the warm rays around us during this weary season; we yearn for a lamp to accompany our long nights and for someone who delights in our conversations, as a song flows to erase the burdens of our time.
Winter awakens foolishness within me.
With my mother’s passing, I shed the final woolen shirt that kept my body warm, the last fabric of tenderness, the final rain shelter. This coming winter, you will see me wandering the streets, exposed.
We miss the warmth of a fireplace that collects the scattered remnants of our bones; we long for a companion whose spirit nurtures us when the weariness of age weighs down our pulses. We yearn for joys that dissolve the solitude of our days; we desire a heart that embraces us when winter’s hands lash out, scattering our dreams.
He who lacks love fears the harshness of winter.
Winter instills a profound sense of loneliness within us.
In winter, I do not seek warmth from the heavy clothing, but rather from the loving gaze of your eyes and the fragrant currents of your breath, which dance through your smiling lips to touch my face, yearning for the warmth of your exhales.
Laughter is the sun that removes winter from one’s face.
Between autumn and winter, there lies a season I call the season of tears, when the soul is closer to the heavens than ever.
In the depths of the cold winter, I’ve discovered that within me lies an invincible summer.
For nostalgia, winter is a pampered season.
Do not let winter’s rough hands erase your summer before you turn into drops.
Always remember that winter is the beginning of summer, that darkness signals the onset of light, and that hope is the precursor to success.
October marks the end of vibrant summer dreams while the murky hopes of winter are yet to emerge, resembling a skeleton draped in a black cloak, trembling as though skeletons could shiver.

Beautiful Words About Winter and Cold

Oh my friend, step out into the stormy weather and do not succumb to the grim atmosphere surrounding you. Do not confine yourself within the walls of your home for days on end, afraid of the cold and rain. For it is far better to complain about a chill than to allow the winter blues to seep into your spirit, filling you with mysterious sorrow.
Love is that noble emotion that leads us to marry, bear children, and create families, gathering around the fireplace on chilly winter nights.
If all things shrink from the cold in winter, why does longing defy this rule and expand with each frosty night?
When winter arrives, spring is not far behind; a hollow phrase uttered by the English poet to console himself during distress.
If ants could argue, they would find little to consume in the cold winter.
Love can never age; while locks may fade in color, the bloom of cheeks may diminish, yet loving hearts will recognize that neither winter’s frost nor its chill can affect them — the warmth of summer still resides within them.
The winter chill in this city merely awakens old wounds.
One hour of winter’s cold can extinguish the warmth of seven years.

Beautiful Words About Winter and Sadness

Oh dreamers of coats and hats, of warmth and cozy bonfires, beneath your ribs dwells the sad winter.
He who knows winter as I do finds no sorrow; he gathers the wood within his heart to warm himself and ignite a flame.
O life, do not be stingy like joy; be generous like sorrow, like waiting, like winter.
Winter is merely winter, a cold word we must hear from time to time, evoking sorrow within us as its destined time approaches.

Poetic Verses About Winter

The poet Salah Abd al-Sabour says in his poem “Song for Winter”:

This year’s winter tells me

that I die alone

one winter like this, one winter

this evening tells me I die alone

one evening like this, one evening

And that my past years were naught

and that I dwell in the open air

This year’s winter tells me that within…

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my core shivers with cold

and that my heart has been dead since autumn

It withered when the first leaves fell

then it fell when the first raindrop fell

and that every cold night distances it further

in the heart of the stone

and that if summer’s warmth comes to awaken it

it will not stretch its arms through the snow

bearing a rose

This year’s winter tells me that my frame is ill

and that my breaths are thorns

and every step amidst it is an adventure

and I may die before a foot meets another

in the deluge of the falling city

I die unknown to anyone

I die unwept by anyone

and it may be said among my friends in gatherings of discourse

he was here, and has passed

may God have mercy on him

This year’s winter tells me that what I thought was healing was poison

and that this poetry, when it shook me, threw me down

and I don’t know how many years I have been wounded

but since then my head has bled

poetry is my slip that led to the collapse of what I built

for it I came out

for it, I was crucified

and when I was hanged, it was cold, darkness, and thunder

shaking me in fear

and when I called out, it did not respond

I realized that I lost what I lost

This year’s winter tells me that to survive in winter,

we must store warmth from summer and its memories

but I scattered in the autumn’s beginnings

all my grains,

all my wheat, and my love

and it was my penalty to be told by winter that I

one winter like this

die alone

one winter like this I die alone.

The poet Abu al-Ala al-Maari says in his poem “Winter has come to us”:

Winter has come to us, beneath it

a naked poor man, or a veiled prince.

And perhaps the beggar receives food from a nation;

but one in need is denied sustenance, though in need.

If the world were a bride, I would find it,

in a manner that kills its suitors, it would not wed.

Extend your right hand to drink from a pure vessel;

for the twisted cup has been despised for drinking.

This humanity is on a journey, so let us

travel to a distant plain that we may seek.

And do not be amazed by Salem; he is

the son of a storm, in a torrent that swells.

And is he not a pioneer for his tribe,

watching the brilliance in the dark as it shimmers?

And had it not been for God’s protection, he would have faced harm,

as would have befallen the dying and the crowned.

If man is shielded, he fears no calamity;

and if belligerence is spoken of, he is fierce in war.

And when the volume is great, none survives,

even if he were in the maw of the crooked horse.

So do not draw a sword to seek dominion,

for the best you can earn is a small favor.

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