Quotes About Seasons

Whatever may be the changes produced by man, the eternal round of the seasons is unbroken.

The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four -the years turn dry as leaves.

I have three daughters. I wanted them to be raised where there are real seasons and where everyone their age wasn't trying to get into movies.

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.

Music is...a form of remembering, a return to the seasons of the heart long gone.

Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.

It is a pleasure to a real lover of Nature to give winter all the glory he can, for summer will make its own way, and speak its own praises.

From dawn to dusk, winter to spring, summer & autumn; the contrasts of nature refresh the mind & renew our sense of balance

Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.

Nature's first green is gold.

In June as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them.

Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.

I intended to portray the joy, anger, sorrow and pleasure of our lives through four seasons and through the life of a monk who lives in a temple on Jusan Pond surrounded only by nature.

Each moment of the year has its own beauty.

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

Open all your pores and bathe in all the tides of nature, in all her streams and oceans, at all seasons.

Nature knows no calendar, the seasons move in a circle.

Nature does require her times of preservation.

If only humans could die like the autumn leaves, with a splash of beauty and the promise of another season.

Because the birdsong might be pretty, But it's not for you they sing, And if you think my winter is too cold, You don't deserve my spring.

The snow in winter, the flowers in spring. There is no deeper reality.

Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.

There are seasons in every country when noise and impudence pass current for worth; and in popular commotions especially, the clamors of interested and factious men are often mistaken for patriotism.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.