Quotes About Seasons

You should praise God in season and out of season i.e. you've got to praise God in good time and bad time, in challenges and comfort. For, he (God) expects you to praise him at all times and never sometimes.

The mind's 'seasons' are conditioned by an organic rhythm; it is not up to 'me' to be naïve or cynical: my truths are the sophisms of my enthusiasm or of my dejection.

Every season is an ordeal; nature changes and renews herself only in order to scourge us.

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day! Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the autumn tree...

...I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow...

These are the days when Birds come back—A very few—a Bird or two—To take a backward look.These are the days when skies resumeThe old—old sophistries of June—A blue and gold mistake.

Tutti di solito sono convinti che le persone si separano perché una si è stancata dell'altra, per propria volontà o per volontà dell'altra persona. Ma non è così. I periodi finiscono, come cambiano le stagioni

People tend to think they break up because they get tired of the person they've been with---that it's someone's decision, either yours or theirs. But this really isn't true. Periods in our lives end the way seasons change. That's all there is to it. Human willpower can't change that--which means, if you look at it another way, that we might as well enjoy ourselves until that day arrives.

People tend to think they break up because they get tired of the person they've been with—that it's someone's decision, either yours or theirs. But this isn't really true. Periods in our lives end the way seasons change. That's all there is to it.

Il cuore di ognuno di noi stava cercando di accompagnare in modo tranquillo la vita di mia sorella che se ne andava. O meglio, si stava avvicinando a malincuore in quella direzione. Procedeva con sicurezza su quella strada, tranquillamente, come quando l'autunno avanza cedendo il passo all'inverno.

The words I read in books seemed to strike me more deeply, and with my senses sharpened by grief, I noticed the glittering transition of the seasons as clearly as if I held the grief in the palm of my hand. It had been a long while since I'd experienced a fall so clear and crisp.

Sì, pensai, forse come nella canzone, questo autunno non tornerà mai più, per l'eternità, e questa notte, passando attraverso i rami secchi e nudi degli alberi, si allontanerà scomparendo nella distanza. E poi di nuovo, sconosciuto e implacabile, verrà l'inverno.

Tutti di solito sono convinti che le persone si separano perché una si è stancata dell'altra, per propria volontà o per volontà dell'altra persona. Ma non è così. I periodi finiscono, come cambiano le stagioni. Semplicemente. È una cosa su cui la volontà individuale non ha nessun potere. Viceversa, si ha la possibilità, fino a quando verrà quel giorno, di godere ogni momento.

September' by Earth Wind & Fire and Y?min's 'Autumn Travels.

Once upon a time there was a bear and a bee who lived in a wood and were the best of friends. All summer long the bee collected nectar from morning to night while the bear lay on his back basking in the long grass. When winter came the bear realised he had nothing to eat and thought to himself 'I hope that busy little bee will share some of his honey with me.' But the bee was nowhere to be found - he had died of a stress induced coronary disease.

Leaves are falling casualties.

I have never given my soul to the keeping of an earthly body, And so I can sing at all times and seasons.

So still is Love he hears the farthest sound: The footfall of the seasons in their round, The soft etheric swish of the rushing spheres, The murmur of the mute things underground.

Kareeda ni Karasu no tomarikeri Aki no kure trans: On a bare branch A crow is perched - Autumn evening

Spring passes and the birds cry out—tears in the eyes of fishes

I am shifting rivermist, not to be trusted.I do not ask anything extraordinary of myself.I like a nap after dinnerand to see the seasons come round in good order.

Sycamore seed twirling,O, writhe to its measure!Dust swirling trims pleasure.Thorns prance in a gale.In air snow flickers,twigs tap,elms drip.Swaggering, shimmering fall,drench and towel us all!

There are many in this old world of ours who hold that things break about even for all of us. I have observed for example that we all get the same amount of ice. The rich get it in the summertime and the poor get it in the winter.

When I was a child, our whole family cooked. All my cousins cooked. All my aunts and uncles cooked. It was part of our heritage. We would load up the yellow Cutlass Supreme station wagon and pick blackberries during blackberry season or spring onions during spring onion season. For us, food was part of the fabric of our day.