“Without the death of winter, there is no rebirth of spring.”

“Life rises out of death, death rises out of life; in being opposite they yearn to each other, they give birth to each other and are forever reborn. And with them, all is reborn, the flower of the apple tree, the light of the stars. In life is death. In death is rebirth. What then is life without death? Life unchanging, everlasting, eternal?-What is it but death-death without rebirth?”

“Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.”

“When Aslan Bears his teeth winter meets its death. When he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”

“. . . the first spring in five free from the rumour of guns across the Channel, a spring anxious to make up for the cold winter, life bursting out after four years of death. All of England raised her face to the sun. . .”

“Winter always turns into Spring”