February Quotes

“It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun! One would say its rays of light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow crested peak on this day. One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes. Helplessness has weakened me. Wandering has wearied my legs.”
― Roman Payne

“The great grey beast February had eaten Harvey Swick alive.”
― Clive Barker, The Thief of Always

“February - the month of love..?!!
No wonder the shortest one in the calendar.”
― Dinesh Kumar Biran

“The day and time itself: late afternoon in early February, was there a moment of the year better suited for despair?”
― Alice McDermott

“February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.”
― Anna Quindlen

“The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone.”
― Jane Austen, Love and Friendship”
― Jane Austen

“Why does February feel like one big Tuesday?”
― Todd Stocker

“Groundhog found fog. New snows and blue toes. Fine and dandy for Valentine candy. Snow spittin'; if you're not mitten-smitten, you'll be frostbitten! By jing-y feels spring-y.”
― The Old Farmer's Almanac

“The only thing we should scream into the world is love.”
― Jill Telford

“Even though February was the shortest month of the year, sometimes it seemed like the longest.”
― JD Robb

“Though, February is short, it is filled with lots of love and sweet surprises”
― Charmaine J Forde

“I'm about as useful as a fingerless eunuch during Fuck Fest February! someone give me a gun!”
― Robert Kirkman, The Walking Dead, Vol. 27: The Whisperer War

“When God was making the months I think February was a mistake, like a burp. There it was, small, dark, and prickly. It had absolutely no redeeming qualities.”
― Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember

“I used to try to decide which was the worst month of the year. In the winter I would choose February. I had it figured out that the reason God made February short a few days was because he knew that by the time people came to the end of it they would die if they had to stand one more blasted day.”
― Katherine Paterson, Jacob Have I Loved

“Though it was the end of February, the day was a lazy sort of cold. The sun slipped through the cloud in bursts, reminding the landscape that it was still there, prodding snow piles to relax into puddles and stirring sleeping seeds under the ground.”
― Erika Robuck, Call Me Zelda

“For many years, February was a difficult month for me after the death of my parents. My father died in February, just a week before my mother's birthday. For years their loss cast a pall over the month. I missed them terribly. But time has changed things. I see my father often in the face of my son and I run into my mother daily each time I pass the hall mirror.”
― Mary Morrell, Things My Father Taught Me About Love

“Sunday,February 4th 2018
The night the City of Philadelphia cried together”
― Charmaine J Forde

“Let's not talk about LOVE in February only,
Let's give the other months some LOVE too,
Let's spread LOVE every day of the year,
And show the world,
We really care”
― Charmaine J. Forde

“Even though February was the shortest month of the year, sometimes it seemed like the longest.”
― Lorraine Snelling

“The Polar Intuit of northwest Greenland, the northernmost people, call February ‘seqinniaq’, “the month when the sun appears.”
― Fred Bruemmer

“Don't wait until February to start living in January.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“I never knew that spring could be so painful and lonely. Better to have three Februaries than a spring like this.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“February Soup by Stewart Stafford

The February fog,
Turns all into blobs,
Orange street lights,
To Valentine's Night.

When the wind strays,
Fog's mantle is grey,
Laying misty bouquets,
On barren, muddied days.

The daffodils of March,
Can cheer up Plutarch,
Adorned in Kelly green,
No sign of foggy screens.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“February is short and very sweet”
― Charmaine J Forde

“In the small hours of a cold February dawn, Justin and I walked to the Pacific, high cliffs eroding over the ocean, crashed and crashed by lapping salty waves. Their spray misted us in day’s young purple air, exhilarating. Walking the Golden Gate Bridge, our world receding, pale gold sunrise lit thin fog, morning coloring us like a faded fairy tale.”
― Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

“October's Double by Stewart Stafford

Light a fire in flinty February,
As the evening time comes down,
Welcome all the family home
With shopping bought from town.

Hear the logs crackle and roll,
And the sparks pop and hiss,
A storm roars down the chimney,
To deliver its tempestuous kiss.

Drowsiness in the living room,
As the expiring embers fade,
Up we go to those clean sheets,
And beds so neatly made.

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

“Terrible, dreepy, dark February weather I remember, and the worst, most frightened days of my life.”
― Sebastian Barry, The Secret Scripture

“Anything after we returned from vacation was a hot autumn day, taunting me with promises of February snow piles.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot

“she looks at me in wonder
and speaks of mimosas in
february”
― Hanna Abi Akl, Titans

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― Whitney Gaskell, Table for Seven