Quotes About Seasons

It's good to cry a bit, 'cause that helps us get through the rough parts. And the winter is though, there's no doubt. But we just hang on until spring when that ache will be all but swallowed up.

Especially on an upside-down kind of day like today. It's a last day and also a first day—last day of summer, your first day in Book End. Last day before school starts, first day of a new chapter. It's enough to make a girl feel like she's sitting on her head!

There is a time in late September when the leaves are still green, and the days are still warm, but somehow you know that it is all about to end, as if summer was holding its breath, and when it let it out again, it would be autumn.

There is no answer to any of these questions. It's a matter of time and timing, of seas and seasons, of breathing in and breathing out. It's a matter of balance.

I don't make summer jams or albums based on time or seasons; my goal is to make quality music, timeless music. I'm not looking at the calendar.

Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.

As we get older we do not get any younger. Seasons return, and today I am fifty-five, And this time last year I was fifty-four, And this time next year I shall be sixty-two.

So passed the seasons then, so they pass now, and so they will pass in time to come, while we come and go like leaves of the tree that fall and are soon forgotten.

Most volleyball players are made in the winter, spring and summer, for come fall, everyone practices equal time.

Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

Day and night, Seed-time and harvest, heat and hoary frost Shall hold their course, till fire purge all things new.

God has given everything an appointed time

Life is defined by time and seasons.

Now, five years is nothing in a man's life except when he is very young and very old...- Wang Lung

Nature is the best Time-keeper.

Late August still feels like summer here in the Ozarks, but it is the time of year the nighthawks are moving on to their South American wintering grounds.

He could not die when trees were green, for he loved the time too well.

O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather.

For some things there are no wrong seasons. Which is what I dream of for me.

Lo, and I have discovered how soft bloom turns to green fruit, which turns to sweet fruit. Lo, and I have discovered all winds blow cold at last, and the leaves, so pretty, so many, vanish in the great, black packet of time

For some things there are no wrong seasons. Which is what I dream for me.

But listen now to what happened to the actual trees; toward the end of that summer they pushed new leaves from their stubbed limbs. It was the wrong season, yes, but they couldn't stop. They looked like telephone poles and didn't care. And after the leaves came blossoms. For some things there are no wrong seasons. Which is what I dream of for me.

And I walk on, over the shoulder of summer and down across the red-dappled fall

The winter has been dreadfully severe, but the spring promises well.