Quotes About Seasons

Arthur Anderson, one of the players and a steady voice on Let's Pretend for years, recalled it decades later. Chamlee sang two songs per broadcast. He returned to the Met for the 1935–37 seasons. Anderson also remembered a commercial blooper by Ruffner: "Friends, do you wake up in the morning feeling dull, loggy, and lust-less?

Bandini looked at a patch of blue in the east. 'Pretty soon we'll have spring', he said. 'We sure will!

dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...

summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows...

Sunshine and warm water seem to me to have full meaning only when they come after winter's bite; green is not so green if it doesn't follow the months of brown and gray. And the scheduled inevitable death of green carries its own exhilaration; in that change is the promise of all the rebirths to come, and the deaths, too. ... Without the year's changes, for me, there is little morality.

The Night is mother of the Day,The Winter of the Spring,And ever upon old DecayThe greenest mosses cling.

The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

Lo mismo se puede decir de la providencia. ¿Cómo Dios controla el clima y las estaciones? Los controla al hablar, por medio de Su palabra:

It was the golden time of year. Every day the leaves grew brighter, the air sharper, the grass more brilliant. The sunsets seemed to expand and melt and stretch for hours, and the brick façades glowed pink, and everything got bluer. How many perfect autumns did a person get?

Underneath, they have chosen a Camus quote: In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

Harper prefers winter, when it gets dark at three thirty and is pitch black by the time she finishes her shift. The summer sun reveals too much.

The winter will be short, the summer long, The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot, Tasting of cider and of scuppernong.

His bones ached of a morning, winter and summer, these days; it was only a matter of degree.

It is about five o'clock in an evening that the first hour of spring strikes — autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

That springtime does not last forever and that the fine seasons should have their harvest gathered and stored against harsher times. That you should choose your battles wisely. You cannot fight everything and win. Sometimes the price of losing is beyond what you can afford to pay, but that applies to winning as well." She narrowed her focus on the girls. "Be very careful and think before you act. Make friends with those who you know will stay true to you and reward them fittingly.

November comes And November goes, With the last red berries And the first white snows. With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate. The fires burn And the kettles sing, And earth sinks to rest Until next spring.

Summer was letting out one long, last, sweet breath before winter began to blast.

Each golden day was cherished to the full, for one had the feeling that each must be the last. Tomorrow it would be winter.

And we have a little herb garden, which survived the winter thanks to global warming. It makes me feel like a cool, old Italian housewife, that I kept my rosemary alive outside all winter.

Winter, spring and summer did not accommodate themselves to one's mood as autumn did. They lacked its gentleness.

Summer's gone today; I wished a wish that it would never go away, but summer told me it couldn't stay. So I said my goodbyes, with tear-filled eyes, and waved my farewell to the blue summer skies.

Fall, not spring, is the time in this region to clear away dead leaves and branches, to renovate the borders, to start new gardens.... And even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.

Fall, winter, fall; for he, Prompt hand and headpiece clever, Has woven a winter robe, And made of earth and sea His overcoat forever, And wears the turning globe.