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February

  • February brings the rain, / Thaws the frozen lake again.

    • Sara Coleridge,
    • "The Months," Pretty Lessons in Verse for Good Children ()
  • Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, / Unseen, this colorless sky of folded showers, / And folded winds ...

  • In the coldest February, as in every other month in every other year, the best thing to hold on to in this world is each other.

  • But February was like a snake with a broken back. It could still bite.

  • I am the stained world's lavender.

  • ... 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.

  • February is just plain malicious. It knows your defenses are down.

  • Punch after punch after punch. February is a mean bully. Nothing could be worse — except August.

  • ... in February there is everything to hope for and nothing to regret.

  • While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation. Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch.

  • ... February's the worst month, you get so tired of everything and everybody, you seem to have done everything before.

  • ... February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer ...

  • February is the uncertain month, neither black nor white but all shades between by turns. Nothing is sure.

  • On, on with ice-bright eyes he came, / The killer with a silver name! / The white wolf with his white fangs bare / Charged down the February air.

  • February is a short month, often bitter and wild, but it also has the Thaw, which is the promise of spring to come.

  • February, month of despair, / with a skewered heart in the centre. / I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries / with a splash of vinegar.