A Quote by Gary Cole

I miss everything about Chicago, except January and February. — © Gary Cole
I miss everything about Chicago, except January and February.
If January is the month of change, February is the month of lasting change. January is for dreamers... February is for doers -
I write one poem a year, usually in January or February.
Without Valentine's Day, February would be... well, January.
No one's ever achieved financial fitness with a January resolution that's abandoned by February.
January has only one thing to be said for it: it is followed by February. Nothing so well becomes its passing.
They've hung everything on me except the Chicago fire.
I apologize to those supporting Wii U about the lack of new titles from Nintendo in January and February but please understand we will have new titles to offer from March onward.
I have to admit, in January and February I was in an absolute fuzz. I had no one on board. It wasn't that I didn't know what I was doing, but we didn't have all the pieces put together.
If you're still playing in January and February, it seems like every good football team has some kind of running game.
There's something I love about how stark the contrast is between January and June in Sweden. In a way, I feel that time doesn't exist in LA. Sometimes I don't know if it's February or April or October, because you're always sitting outside on the same patio, and it's 70 degrees.
When the snow is still blowing against the window-pane in January and February and the wild winds are howling without, what pleasure it is to plan for summer that is to be.
December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February.
There is a lot to do in Cleveland. It's just those December, January, February months that are tough. But there is a lot to do there.
When I see ya baby girl, I miss feelin on ya. I miss everything that's real about ya and that's everything about ya, that's just how I feel about ya
January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps -- but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.
February was always the cruelest month for Hunter S. Thompson. An avid NFL fan, Hunter traditionally embraced the Super Bowl in January as the high-water mark of his year.
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