Quotes About Seasons

In Moscow I feel most comfortable. I'm used to four different seasons; it's difficult for people in London to understand. People brought up in Russia like my kids want to play in the snow.

Designers want me to dress like Spring, in billowing things. I don't feel like Spring. I feel like a warm red Autumn.

[Fall] hurries you along as you walk the roads, crunching the leaves that have fallen in mad and variegated drifts. The wind makes you ache in some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die—migrate or die.

We tend to remember the seasons of our lives by the soundtrack of that season

It's time to walk to the cider mill Through air like apple wine, And watch the moon rise over the hill, stinging and hard and fine. It's time to bury your seed pods deep And let them wait and be warm. It's time to sleep the heavy sleep That does not wake for the storm.

Is there a way to choose a few things and do them well rather than do a lot of things halfway or not at all? Can we accept the fact that we may be in a season when we need to say no with the understanding that the season will not last forever?

Snow sweeping downward, While the flowers reach upward-- Winter storm in spring.

I think the French and the Japanese are both obsessed by seasons, small producers, freshness.

I'm not a snob about which looks are 'this season' and which are 'last season.'

I love the snow! I actually cannot stand the beach.

I have this lust for the so-called South Seas. I would like to explore every corner of the Pacific. You know the song: 'To everything turn, turn, turn, there is a season.' It's just time.

To everything there is a season. There is a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to plant seeds, and a time to reap.

Sneg je uvek beo, ali je svake godine druga?iji. Tako je i sa ljubavlju. Nije važno koliko je stara, nego da li se menja ili ne. Ako kažeš: moja ljubav je ve? tri godine ista, znaj da ti je ljubav umrla. Ljubav živi samo dok se menja. Kad prestane da se menja, to je kraj.

The Autumn seems to cry for thee,Best lover of the Autumn-days!

Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them.

One doesn't love any of the things of Summer as much as one does the things of Spring.

Your hair is winter fire, January embers.My heart burns there, too.-Stephen King, IT

I have a lunch meeting with Cliff Huxtable at The Four Seasons in twenty minutes anyway," I lie, standing up.

your lives be as full and happy as ours,and may the seasons be kind to you and your friends. The door of our Abbey is always open to any travellers roaming the dusty path between the woodlands and the plains.

Songs just spring into my head. Silly, isn't it. Sometimes old Goody Stickle says that it's Mossflower singing through me. Now and then she'll say it's a sight of season the hasn't yet shone upon. -Gonff

There were no seasons in the cave, only constant heat, and misty green opalescence.

Our Abbey is a place of friendship. Anyone, young or old, who has read or heard of Redwall may come and visit us. If you are honest and of good heart, no matter what the season our door is open to you. Whether for the first time, or for the return of an old companion, you are welcome. Please feel free to visit us anytime you pass by this way.

The leaves were still on the trees, but were becoming dry, perched like birds ready to fly off.

You must remain. I must depart. Two autumns falling in the heart.