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Quotes About Seasons

time for everything, and everything in its time.
~ Sarah Young
Then May gave way to June, and it felt as if time was slipping through her fingers.
~ Sarra Manning
I surrendered my beliefs and found myself at the tree of life injecting my story into the veins of leaves only to find that stories like forests are subject to seasons
~ Saul Williams
To this day, I hate walnuts and I hate onions because on weekends when the walnuts and onions were in season, we were out there first thing in the morning and out there until the sun went down topping onions or picking walnuts.
~ Scott Brooks
shimmered behind the clouds as if the black birds were swimming against a frothy tide. The hardwood trees on the surrounding Appalachian slopes were gone to gold and scarlet, and the strange light hinted at the gray winter waiting ahead. One of the crows turned, and its eyes flashed with fire. A blood-chilling caw cracked the brittle air. Rachel slid her
~ Scott Nicholson
This is the vowel of earth dreaming its root in flowers and snow, mutation of weathers and seasons, a windfall composing the floor it rots into. I grew out of all this like a weeping willow inclined to the appetites of gravity.
~ Seamus Heaney
When it's time for the flowers to bloom, they'll bloom.When it's time for spring to come, it'll come.
~ Atsushi
It is only to the gardener that time is a friend, giving each year more than he steals.
~ Beverley Nichols
You don't want to spend much time in Germany or even France in the winter unless you're in the Alps.
~ Chris Frantz
All things in the fulness of time
~ Colin Channer
Like all businesses ACID has its ups and downs. There are actually seasons when business will pick up such as Christmas time and carnival time. There are other times when business will run very slow.
~ St. Lucia
When you get to be my age, you begin to count how many Mays you have left - the best time of year for flowers and birds in North America.
~ Robert Bateman
Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!
~ William Allingham
Bare twigs in April enhance our pleasure; We know the good time is yet to come.... Bare twigs in Autumn are signs for sadness; We feel the good time is well-nigh past.
~ William Allingham
There is a time for some things, and a time for all things; a time for great things, and a time for small things.
~ Miguel de Cervantes
Summer is the time when it is too hot to do the job that it was too cold to do last winter.
~ Mark Twain
In Sacramento it is fiery summer always, and you can gather roses, and eat strawberries and ice cream, and wear white linen clothes, and pant and perspire, at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and then take the cars, and at noon put on your furs and your skates, and go skimming over frozen Donner Lake...There is transition for you! Where will you find another like it in the western hemisphere?
~ Mark Twain
I'm all soils west when the Earth lets go. I'm a thousand Julys.
~ Mark Z. Danielewski
He is a stem, a husk, barren and thin, withered by sun, erased by wind, emptied by seasons of dullness, marked by seconds of duty, scarred by regret only the faintest of lines dare to write out, which no one, not even him, can interpret anymore. People have told him a crow will reveal more than anything his face has to share.
~ Mark Z. Danielewski
Descarada y alegre, una trilogía de felicidad avanzaría con el verano y se adentraría en el otoño. Sin embargo, algo le pondría un brusco final. La alegría le mostraría el camino al sufrimiento.
~ Markus Zusak
Only after seeing the winter, do you comprehend the richness of summer. This was a big theme, and one I could confidently do: the infinite variety of nature.
~ Martin Gayford
There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life's July and left standing amid the piercing chill of an alpine November
~ Martin Luther King, Jr.
That death followed life and life was renewed once again, over and over with the steadiness of the seasons.
~ Mary Alice Monroe
A geisha has studied a man's moods and his seasons. She fusses and he blooms.
~ Arthur Golden