Quotes About Seasons

I will take you and keep you and give you light and dark wine and perhaps children. In spring, after we have planted, I will sit and watch the warm rains with you on the covered porch. In summer and in fall I will walk with you in the gardens. And when the snows of winter come, I will wrap us both in a quilt of starry darkness.

Indian summer is like a woman. Ripe, hotly passionate, but fickle, she comes and goes as she pleases so that one is never sure whether she will come at all, nor for how long she will stay.

Autumn teaches us that fruition is also death; that ripeness is a form of decay. The willows, having stood for so long near water, begin to rust. Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.

Vorrei avere nella mia casa: una donna ragionevole, un gatto che passi tra i libri, degli amici in ogni stagione senza i quali non posso vivere.

Mientras haya en el mundo primavera

It is a real chill out. The fall crisp comes I am aware there is winter to heed. There is no warm house That is fitted with my need.

I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I'll wait until November And sing a song of gray.

He is not there but You know you are tasting together The winter, or a light spring weather. His hand to take your hand is overmuch. Too much too bear.

sigh of leaves and waves, waiting, awaiting the fullness of their times

The trees do not resent autumn nor does any exemplary thing in nature resent its limitations.

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So the leaves were falling slowly in the cool breezes, and of those left on the trees few were green. Most were brown and red and gold, and when they piled up on the ground and were rained on, they smelled awfully good, although it was a sort of lonesome, musty smell.

Roses do not bloom the same time as daisies.

Men write Bibles. God doesn't. God writes in stars and worlds and seasons and Hudson Rivers and beautiful women. Creation is the good book.

Halloween starts earlier and earlier, just like Christmas.

Deceive not thyself by overexpecting happiness in the married estate…. Remember the nightingales which sing only some months in the spring, but commonly are silent when they have hatched their eggs.

Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

Ev'ry season hath its pleasures: Spring may boast her flow'ry prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures Brighten autumn's sob'rer time... Nor regret the blossoms dying, While we still can taste the fruit.

Sweet April showersDo spring May flowers.

When I looked, I knew I might never again see so much of the earth so beautiful, the beautiful being something you know added to something you see, in a while that is different from the sum of its parts. What I saw might have been just another winter scene, although an impressive one. But what I knew was that the earth underneath was alive and that by tomorrow, certainly by the day after, it would be all green again.

Wisdom comes with winters

Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of pain.

And all at once, summer collapsed into fall.

They were saddened that [Rawlins] was not coming back but they said that a man leaves much when he leaves his own country. They said that it was no accident of circumstance that a man be born in a certain country and not some other and they said that the weathers and seasons that form a land form also the inner fortunes of men in their generations and are passed on to their children and are not so easily come by otherwise.