Quote by Shirley Jackson, Raising Demons,
February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.
Summary
This quote captures the feeling of February, a month that seems devoid of hope and warmth. Despite wishing and reminiscing about the carefree days of summer, there is no way to recreate its essence during this cold and seemingly endless winter month. The quote exemplifies the longing for lighter, brighter times but also acknowledges the inherent impossibility of fully reviving the feelings associated with summertime.