Quotes About Seasons

Change like a treeWhen it is winterDon't complain or fearJust wait for the spring To bloom and sing

Except. What is normal at any given time? We change just as the seasons change, and each spring brings new growth. So nothing is ever quite the same.

We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and then we eat it.

Even love comes with its own season.. and relationships with their own kismets.They start through us, and then love loves through us. And when the give-and-take between two individuals is over, the relationship fades. Like a fruit that must fall from the bough if it is to carry its life into its next avatar. There is nothing more critical than to exercise the generosity to let something end with the grace it started with.

Dunkle problemer er lys og luft for vår stribare rase. Hissige diskusjoner er et tegn på sunnhet og fred i sinnet. Problemer vokser opp av alt som skjer. De klekkes ut av vinterkulden, de blomstrer frem av sommervarmen, de oppstår av velvære og illebefinnende, av ensomhet og menneskevrimmel.

You were not gazing at the fallen leaves. You went away from all the following seasons, feeling immortal. You loved tattoos and salt. Mariner, with two oars you knew the sea like a garden...then, you were gone.

And the wind rose, sweeping before it the months, the seasons, and the dreams and lamentations of men.

all four seasons are yours, some to enjoy and other to endure. sindiswamatyobeni

There's something I love about how stark the contrast is between January and June in Sweden.

I love feeling the crispness of fall and the sensuality of spring.

The hearts that love will know never winter's frost and chill. Summer's warmth is in them still.

I love the winter. Well, I love all the seasons, but the winter is possibly one of the most intense.

Ah! The seasons of love roll not backward but onward, downward forever.

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—

As Stevie stepped outside, the cold air slapped her in the face. The magnificent cloak of reds and golds that hung from the Vermont woodland had dropped suddenly, like a massive act of arboreal striptease. Striptease. Strip trees. Striptrees? God, she was tired.

Each month is gay, Each season nice, When eating Chicken soup With rice

A book should be a garden that fits in the hands. Word-petals of color. Stems of strength. roots of truth. Turn a page and turn the seasons. Read the sentence and enjoy the roses.

What child, whilst summer is happening, bothers to think that summer will end? What child when snow is on the ground stops to remember that not long ago the ground was snowless?

Last year changed its seasons subtly, stripped its sultry winds for the reds of dying leaves, let gelid drips of winter ice melt onto a warming earth and urged the dormant bulbs to brave the pain of spring. We, loving, above the whim of time, did not notice. Alone. I remember now.

Of falling leaves and melting snows, of birds In their delights Some poets sing their melodies tendering my nights sweetly.

You have a long history, he said, when Lanya indicated her story was finished. Ah, Harrier, were I to tell you a long story, we should be here for a sennight, perhaps more. Long stories are best saved for deep winter, when the days are short and time grows heavy. Lanya glanced at the sky.

I looked at sky this morning and realized summer is almost gone which really made me sad because it doesn't seem as though its been here at all.

There are seasons of our lives when nothing seems to be happening, when no smoke betrays a burned town or homestead and few tears are shed for the newly dead. I have learned not to trust those times, because if the world is at peace then it means someone is planning war. Spring

The equinox came. The Christians celebrated the death feast of their God while we lit the vast fires of Beltain