If there's a 'Cruel Summer' then there's got to be a 'Cruel Winter,' right? That's all I'm saying.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Write about winter in the summer.
Summer is very precious.
It's not the winter that bothers me - it's the summers.
April is the cruellest month.
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
Sometimes you have to be cruel... in order to be even crueler.
I love summertime more than anything else in the world. That is the only thing that gets me through the winter, knowing that summer is going to be there.
Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.