Quotes About Seasons

The clocks are all turned forward from Funny Time to Right Time. I always remember, "Spring back or Fall in."

The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal against a sky of weathered tin. The land lay bled of its colors. The nights lengthened, went darker, brightened in their clustered stars. The chilled air smelled of woodsmoke, of distances and passing time. Frost glimmered on the morning fields. Crows called across the pewter afternoons.

Our whole family assembles in Chicago at Christmas and usually in Aspen in the summer.

Whatever may be the changes produced by man, the eternal round of the seasons is unbroken.

Each year the snow tries to memorize, blindly, the landscape, as if it were the landscape that was going to melt in spring.

holidays were important to us in ways that might be inconceivable to people whose sole conception of Christmas had been based on frantic excursions to gigantic chain stores. We lived by the seasons now. Our survival depended on it. And we marked the seasons by frequent holiday celebrations, fetes, levees, balls, and solemn days of remembrance.

Good heavens, of what uncostly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons.

Crown'd with the sickle, and the wheaten sheaf,While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,Comes jovial on.

A November stillness was settling like a deadly oxymoron on the April landscape.

February was sobbing and blustering its lachrymose way into March

She picked up the book from the bedside. A stray quotation from Peter should always be sought first in John Donne. She found it there, quite quickly. Methinks I lied all winter when I swore My love was infinite, if spring makes it more.

Today was the first day when I could really tell that summer was over. The cold air sparkled and the maple leaves were rotting, putting forth their lovely reek, like dead pancakes.

If you were foolish enough to sing all summer, you must dance supperless to bed in the winter.

It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.

The spring is like some harlot feigning sensuality. It is not until the fall when the year gets down to its real business. I always await the Harvest Moon with enormous anticipation.

T. S. Eliot was wrong about April being the cruelest month: it's January.

There are seasons in life. Don't ever let anyone try to deny you the joy of one season because they believe you should stay in another season... Listen to yourself. Trust your instincts. Keep your perspective.

I'm in control of what I'm doing physically and mentally. I feel good. I've always felt confident and comfortable going into seasons, but each year I feel like I'm getting better and better.

The same things we've done the past couple of seasons. We've worked on the engine and clutch. We'll try and pick up the performance and consistency of the car and go back out there.

I'm going to go do a Netflix series. It's straight-to-series, 10 episodes, probably go for three seasons. I'm going to direct the pilot and hopefully the last episode of the first season. The show is 'Seven Seconds.'

The Mississippi coast is not like south Florida, but it always seems warm enough for sandals and short-sleeved shirts, except for now and then.

Eric and I have a pact. Offseason, we focus on my career. And during the season, I try to be the best wifey. I make sure he has a warm dinner to come home to.

You know what I figured out during the last week?" he asked. "What?" "Snow and winter, they go together." I snuggled more closely against him. "Yeah, we do." Sneaux and Wynter--we definitely go together.

We are reformers in the spring and summer, but in autumn we stand by the old. Reformers in the morning, and conservers at night.