Quotes About Seasons

Time. There is much time left and lots of life seasons. There is much to see, to do, and to be.

The spiritual journey is a marathon of seasons. Sometimes you can hold your own. Sometimes your side aches, you're hot and you can't get your breath. Spiritual disciplines are intentional ways to keep moving through the seasons. They aren't magical means to an effortless race. The disciplines simply provide us with exercises that keep us open to God and aware of the limits of our endurance.

I want you to begin keeping a calendar of who you see and when: the first day each year you see buttercups, the first day frogs start singing, the last day you see robins in the fall, the first day for grasshoppers. In short, I want you to pay attention.

A season is very long, and there will be periods where you'll be very good and moments where you won't be as good.

Excess generally causes reaction, and produces a change in the opposite direction, whether it be in the seasons, or in individuals, or in governments.

The path of the Sun consists of 360 degrees; but, in order that the shadow may return to the same point of the dial, we are obliged to add, in each year, five days and the fourth part of a day. On this account an intercalary day is given to every fifth year, that the period of the seasons may agree with that of the Sun.

Antiphanes said merrily that in a certain city the cold was so intense that words were congealed as soon as spoken, but that after some time they thawed and became audible; so that the words spoken in winter were articulated next summer.

In a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.

Welcome to Arizona, where summer spends the winter — and hell spends the summer.

Never yet was the time of tenderness when the buds forgot to blow.

Though a tree grows so high, the falling leaves return to the root.

Let life be as beautiful as summer flowers And death as beautiful as autumn leaves.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

Is it beyond thee to be glad with the gladness of this rhythm? to be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy? All things rush on, they stop not, they look not behind, no power can hold them back, they rush on. Keeping steps with that restless, rapid music, seasons come dancing and pass away---colours, tunes, and perfumes pour in endless cascades in the abounding joy that scatters and gives up and dies every moment.

I wouldn't consider retiring to India: there are too many people, and it's difficult walking along the pavements. I'd love to spend two or three months a year there.

I love a good boot, I'm such a New York girl. I can wear a boot all year round.

I go in and out of season. I won't write for months, and then all of a sudden, I'll write like I've got a fever.

I probably get eight straight hours of acting in an entire season or two seasons of 'Suits.' It's broken into such small pieces.

In wintertime I like to wear flannel button down pyjamas, and in summer I prefer to wear, well... nothing.

Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.

Occasionally I have come across a last patch of snow on top of a mountain in late May or June. There's something very powerful about finding snow in summer.

Gardens aren't just for summer.

I came back out here from England and I was there for a while and it was beautiful and it is just great to see London going from Spring to Summer and Autumn.