Quotes About Seasons

I don't have a favorite fruit. There are things that thrill me each turn of the season.

Each of us has about 40 chances to accomplish our goals in life. I learned this first through agriculture, because all farmers can expect to have about 40 growing seasons, giving them just 40 chances to improve on every harvest.

I kind of love that British style: two seasons of tight, compact, good television. The more episodes you have, the thinner the episodes get.

What's to be done? I thought I was past caring for the spring but my frozen water pipe has made me long for it again

Kevään kukkien aikaan toivomme ettei olisi yötä, syksyllä kuutamossa, ettei päivä koittaisi.

Don't tell me about the seasons in the East, don't talk to me about eternal California summer. It's enough to have a few days naked among three hundred kinds of rain.

bleak stretch between January and March when old folks lose the will to live.

The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long.

Of the blessings set before you make your choice, and be content. No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of the spring: no man can, at the same time, fill his cup from the source and from the mouth of the Nile.

The good husbandman may pluck His roses and gather in His liles at midsummer, and, for ought I dare say, in the beginning of the first summer month; and He may transplant young trees out of the lower ground to the higher, where they have more of the sun, and a more free air, at any season of the year. What is that to you or me? The goods are his own.

Christ all the seasons of the year, is dropping sweetness; if I had vessels I might fill them, but my old riven, holey, and running-out dish, even when I am at the well, can bring little away. Nothing but glory will make tight and fast our leaking and rifty30 vessels . . . How little of the sea can a child carry in his hand; as little do I take away of my great sea, my boundless and running-over Christ Jesus. Sure

Christ all the seasons of the year, is dropping sweetness; if I had vessels I might fill them, but my old riven, holey, and running-out dish, even when I am at the well, can bring little away. Nothing but glory will make tight and fast our leaking and rifty30 vessels . . . How little of the sea can a child carry in his hand; as little do I take away of my great sea, my boundless and running-over Christ Jesus.

Most men the good they have despise, And blessings which they have not prize: In winter, wish for summer?s glow, In summer, long for winter?s snow.

LXVII INDOORS the fire is kindled; Beechwood is piled on the hearthstone; Cold are the chattering oak-leaves; And the ponds frost-bitten. Softer than rainfall at twilight, Bringing the fields benediction And the hills quiet and greyness, Are my long thoughts of thee. How should thy friend fear the seasons? They only perish of winter Whom Love, audacious and tender, Never hath visited.

It was so difficult to dress appropriately when the seasons changed – the British weather was the nothing if not erratic. Spring was the worst – freezing in Brighton this morning and then practically tropical in Knightsbridge in the afternoon.

My heart is a garden tired with autumn.

Let me remember you, soon will the winter be on us, Snow-hushed and heartless.

Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.

There is a time for everything - a time for being born and a time for coming of age. There is a time for death, too.

Autumn is no time to lie alone

It was not in the winter Our loving lot was cast! It was the time of roses, We plucked them as we passed!

For one swallow does not make a summer, nor does one day; and so too one day, or a short time, does not make a man blessed and happy.

My door was open part of the time, and part of the time I tried to get a nap and their voices annoyed me, and I closed it. I kept it open in summer more or less, and closed in winter.

Blackberry winter, the time when the hoarforst lies on the blackberry blossoms; without this frost the berries will not set. It is the forerunner of a rich harvest.