December Quotes

“It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.”
― Sarah Kay

“December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.”
― Fennel Hudson, A Meaningful Life - Fennel's Journal - No. 1

“I blink January’s lashes
and gush down December’s cheeks”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

“4 December. To die would mean nothing else than to surrender a nothing to the nothing, but that would be impossible to conceive, for how could a person, even only as a nothing, consciously surrender himself to the nothing, and not merely to an empty nothing but rather to a roaring nothing whose nothingness consists only in its incomprehensibility.”
― Franz Kafka

“There is October in every November and there is November in every December! All seasons melted in each other’s life!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“There must be something ghostly in the air of Christmas — something about the close, muggy atmosphere that draws up the ghosts, like the dampness of the summer rains brings out the frogs and snails.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Told After Supper

“It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats.”
― Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales

“May and October, the best-smelling months? I'll make a case for December: evergreen, frost, wood smoke, cinnamon.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon

“Without Hope we live in desire.”
― Dante

“December is a bewitching month.
The grey of cold teases
to explode into something worthwhile,
into a dream of cold,
a starlight shower you can taste,
a cold that does not chill.

I've lost my memory
of my first snow--
did I gasp at a field of white?
Or scream at the freeze
untill my cheeks reddened?

The crunch underfoot is satisfying
and the thrill of virgin snow
near leaves.”
― Joseph Coelho, A Year of Nature Poems

“Hot cocoa and cold toes remind me of Christmas.”
― Toni Sorenson

“The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast.”
― Dylan Thomas, Quite Early One Morning

“He had been walking for a long time, ever since dark in fact, and dark falls soon in December.

("The Old House In Vauxhall Walk")”
― Charlotte Riddell, Gaslit Nightmares: Stories by Robert W. Chambers, Charles Dickens, Richard Marsh, and Others

“...when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells - I've never forgotten that moment...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“He had waited a long time for this special December. Now that it was almost upon him, he wasn’t frightened, but he was . . . eager, he decided. He was eager for it to come. And he was excited, certainly. All of the Elevens were excited about the event that would be coming so soon.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“I’ve come to sing you a song called December.”
― Ryan Murphy, Down with the Ship

“Winter arrived with December, and the world continued to suffer the loss of the Internet and most forms of communication. Supply chains were disrupted. The only mass form of personal communication was the letter, and postal workers were having their worst year ever, as they were actually meeded. Food was becoming scarcer and more expensive, as was fuel for vehicles and heating. Major cities experienced riots on a regular basis, spurred on by religious fervor and want. Civilization was on the brink of collapse.”
― Mark A. Rayner, The Fridgularity

“Michigan isn't just cold in December; it's artic.”
― Daniel Milstein, 17 Cents and a Dream

“Ur skins is so cold and dry....
Like u r also afraid so this coming December..... ??”
― Moaz Zulfiqar

“Congregating power to leave u..... To control this love
But I always go back to December!!”
― Moaz Zulfiqar

“Wintry it ain't- no complaints! Snowier: Storefronts are showier, light displays glowier. Shoppers are prowling, blizzard howling! Drifts a-heaping, lords a-leaping, Yule logs burning, gifts returning. Winds are keen for 2015!”
― The Old Farmer's Alamanac

“It was in December. I stood in the back of the tram, all the way in the back. It drove through the country and stopped and started again, it took hours, the countryside was endless. And the sky got bluer and bluer and the sun shone until it seemed like flowers would have to start sprouting out of the country bumpkins. And the red roofs in the villages and the black trees and the fields, most of them covered with straw, had it nice and warm, and the dunes sat bareheaded in the sun. And the road lay there, white and smarting, it couldn't bear the sunlight, and the glass panes of the village streetlamp flashed, they had trouble withstanding the glare too.
But I got colder and colder. And the tram ran as long as the sun shone. It's a long ride from Hillegom to Leiden and the days are short in December. By the end, a block of ice was standing there on the tram staring into the big stupid cold sun that was flaming red as though the revolution was finally starting, as though offices were being blown up all over Amsterdam, but still it couldn't bring a spark of life back to my cold feet and stiff legs. And it kept getting bigger and colder, the sun, and I got colder and stayed the same size, and the blue sky looked down very disapprovingly: What are you doing on that tram?”
― Nescio, Amsterdam Stories

“I watched you storm towards the restaurant door. It was a chilly December morning and the birds sitting on the high wires in the neighborhood refused to fly any longer.”
― Malak El Halabi

“It was December, I had never felt so cold, the eel soup lay heavy on my stomach, I was afraid I'd die, I turned aside to vomit, I envied them.”
― Samuel Beckett, First Love and Other Novellas

“There was warmth in his large piercing brown eyes. The kind of warmth that tucks a child into bed. The same kind of warmth that dries your wet hair on a rainy December afternoon.”
― Malak El Halabi

“It is never over, though we are in December!”
― Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

“There's something super special about December.”
― Charmaine J. Forde

“By December an elastic skin of ice reached out hundreds of miles into the sea, rolling with every wave.”
― Will Chancellor, A Brave Man Seven Storeys Tall

“I miss being in Barbados in December,
That is a time I always remember,
The smell of varnish on the wooden floors,
And the smell of paint on the wooden doors
The crowds in de Supermarket,
Buying up the rum,
And the music blasting
Puh rup a pum pum”
― Charmaine J Forde