Quotes About Seasons

A long summer always meant a long winter to come.

Up in the hills we say that autumn kisses you, but winter fucks you hard.

Only the soldier pines and sentinels still showed green; the broadleaf trees had donned mantles of russet and gold, or else uncloaked themselves to scratch against the sky with branches brown and bare.

The summers have been shorter since the last dragon died, and the winters longer and crueler.

Here and now, with winter soon upon us, that is a different matter. It is time to begin growing up.

Winter storms are worse, but autumn's are more frequent.

He will not be three forever. And winter is coming.

What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves.…

It is the most human and kindly of seasons, as fully penetrated and irradiated with the feeling of human brotherhood, which is the essential spirit of Christianity, as the month of June with sunshine and the balmy breath of roses.

All human life has its seasons, and no one's personal chaos can be permanent: winter, after all, does not last forever, does it? There

Almond Blossom. if you don't look closely at the rings of the branches, it could be by anyone. well, anyone who was among the greatest painters of the century: matisse, perhaps. anyone who had studied prints from the japanese. anyone who loved light, and living things. anyone who believed in the rebirth of nature, the seasons of existence, the blossoming of the creative.

Oh, to be in England Now that April's there.

March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.

If February give much snow A fine Summer it doth foreshow.

Sweet April showers Do bring May flowers.

There is time for everything.

Times of stress and difficulty are seasons of opportunity when the seeds of progress are sown.

It is unseasonable and unwholesome in all months that have not an R in their names to eat an oyster.

We are reformers in Spring and Summer; in Autumn and Winter we stand by the old; reformers in the morning, conservers at night.

Autumn to winter, winter into spring. Spring, into summer, summer into fall, - So rolls the changing year, and so we change; -Motion so swift, we know not that we move.

Spring is a virgin, Summer a mother, Autumn a widow, and Winter a stepmother.

Year of snow Fruit will grow.

No one thinks of Winter when the grass is green.

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.