Quotes About Seasons

Sylvia Plath and I met a long time ago. A really long time ago. Was it a summer day? No! It was a wintry November morning!

My husband says spring will be early.He says this every year, And every year I disagree.He needs me, the dark side of the planetary equation.Together we make the equinox.

The seasons are colliding together, storms are destroying lives, and love is a dangerous curse.-The Vangeretta Curse

No one made sense of the love they shared. They didn't get the hang of it either. But together, the clocks of winter stopped.. And autumn's fallen leaves turned, swiftly, scarlet.

The first week of August was long over. And now, though autumn was still some weeks away, there was a feeling that the year had begun its downward arc, that the wheel was turning again, slowly now, but soon to go faster, turning once more in its changeless sweep of change.

In all seasons of calamity, indeed, whether general or of individuals, the outcast of society at once found her place. She came, not as a guest, but as a rightful inmate, into the household that was darkened by trouble, as if its gloomy twilight were a medium in which she was entitled to hold intercourse with her fellow-creatures.

O pallid seasons, mistress of our climes

Ask her what she craved and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom.

How many times can summer turn to fall in one life?

When I moved to the United States, I first went to California to be the chef at Campton Place. As much as I loved California, I really missed the seasons. So when I moved to New York, I had that again.

I really missed the East Coast. I love living in Hawaii, but I miss the changing of seasons.

As long as I have the friendship of the sesasons life will never be a burden to me.

Non lessi la prima estate, zappai fagioli

Joyful chaos, working in tune with the seasons, telling the time by the sun, variety, change, self-direction; all this was replaced with a brutal, standardized work culture, the effects of which we are still suffering from today.

The only authority I respect is the one that causes butterflies to fly south in fall and north in springtime.

Dip a slice of bread in batter. That's September: yellow, gold, soft and sticky. Fry the bread. Now you have October: chewier, drier, streaked with browns. The day in question fell somewhere in the middle of the french toast process.

Mevsimlerden sonbahard?, ölümün ilkbahar?. syf 23

I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering skies.

In Ohio seasons are theatrical. Each one enters like a prima donna, convinced its performance is the reason the world has people in it.

In Ohio the seasons are theatrical.

The God who allows sorrows is the God of sweet new seasons too.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.... [A]ccept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields....

[A]ccept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields....

What the four seasons of the year mean to the European, the one season of the monsoon means to the Indian. It is preceded by desolation; it brings with it hopes of spring; it has the fullness of summer and the fulfillment of autumn all in one.