“For Beatrice, summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you, is even colder.”
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
“It is cold at six-forty in the morning on a March day in Paris, and seems even colder when a man is about to be executed by firing squad.”
“The English winter is long, cold and wet, just like the English summer”
“Why did you leave him?"The sigh that was Nora’s first answer billowed out in front of her in a cloud of white. "Winter," she finally said, "can be so beautiful and so cruel. Cruel and cold. And if you live in the presence of winter you never have summer." Nora stepped close to him and put her nose at his cheek. "You smell like summer.”