Quotes About Seasons

It's one of my favorite seasons of the year: Back to School. As a kid, I loved fresh school supplies, new outfits, the change of seasons, and the chance to crack open a new textbook.

My ideal meal varies, depending on the time of year. Lobster on a deck overlooking a beach at sunset is one - but all my kids have to be there, because they are all lobster-lovers. Making a bolognese sauce over pappardelle for my husband on a winter evening, because he loves my bolognese sauce and it's his comfort food.

The spring wakes us, nurtures us and revitalizes us. How often does your spring come? If you are a prisoner of the calendar, it comes once a year. If you are creating authentic power, it comes frequently, or very frequently.

I'm reticent to say much more, but we would like to begin in the coming year. We'd like to shoot through the seasons because of the passage of time. This project is the great love of my life.

Spring gave way to summer, and summer faded into autumn. I mention this, dear reader, not in order to insult your intelligence by assuming you do not comprehend the sequence of the seasons, but merely as a convenient means of transition.

Your days still half-opened, crackle like the fires to come. Outside. The earth. Wind. Night. Unfold for you. Listen to their sounds. They have sung me seasons that never abandoned me.

your face like summer lightning gets caught in my voice and i draw you up from deep rivers taste your face of a thousand names see you smile a new season hear your voice a wild sea pausing in the wind

But it is ridiculous to condemn the faults of beasts and trees, and other such mortal and mutable things as are void of intelligence, sensation, or life, even though these faults should destroy their corruptible nature; for these creatures received, at their Creator's will, an existence fitting them, by passing away and giving place to others, to secure that lowest form of beauty, the beauty of seasons, which in its own place is a requisite part of this world.

And I saw that all things did harmonize, not with their places only, but with their seasons.

The days draw out, the weather gets warmer, and it's what we call summer, with a bitter laugh when we've said it.

Like the seasons of the year, like history, truth always repeats itself.

Nevertheless during these two seasons, Chapman impressed me a lot because he had the faculty to pull himself out of the most critical situations.

I can love October in September. September doesn't care.

When you fall in love, it is spring no matter when. Leaves falling make no difference, they are from another season.

I love Toronto's long autumns, warm with windy swirls of golden spores, redolent with giant, sun-roasted leaves flapping up and down the streets, and horrible winter always seeming far, far off!

Love needs new leaves every summer of life, as much as your elm-tree, and new branches to grow broader and wider, and new flowers to cover the ground.

It's June in January Because I'm in love It always is spring in my heart with you in my arms.

If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

Winter is the reason for the spring; he who loves the spring must also love its reason!

A year in Vermont, according to an old saw, is nine months of winter followed by three months of very poor sledding.

the problem of overgeneration in the summer and undergeneration in the winter.

in the summer, it's short greens and tall greens and sometimes a smudge of other colors. In winter, it's squinty white,and sometimes deep when it looks flat. In early spring and late fall, the town gets brown and black, like an old photograph.

Seasons don't fear the Reaper, nor do the Sun, the Wind or the Rain. We can be like they are. Come on, baby, don't fear the Reaper.

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.