Quotes About Seasons

Once something has outlived its usefulness in one area of life, its purpose for being in existence is no longer the same. The leaf that captures a stream of sunlight, and then transfers its energy to the tree, serves one purpose in the spring and summer, and another completely different one through the fall and winter.

In winter, I plot and plan. In spring, I move.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.

I believe in process. I believe in four seasons. I believe that winter's tough, but spring's coming. I believe that there's a growing season. And I think that you realize that in life, you grow. You get better.

Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.

To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.

I live in Canada in the summer and some time in the fall.

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

'Cause a little bit of summer is what the whole year is all about.

It's always summer somewhere.

A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.

The madness of spring is so enticing. I love it when things are opening up and emerging from the ground. I also love the middle of summer when fruit is bursting forth, but I even love the garden in the winter when everything is resting.

If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.

I'm working on a snow scene right now, and it's summer. It's hot, and I will get chilly. I'll have to turn on the heat. My wife walks in, and it's 95 degrees in the studio. I know it's nutty, but it's a projection you have where you step into the painting.

I want to win trophies in the summer and not accolades in the winter.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

It's never too late to have a fling For autumn is just as nice as spring And it's never too late to fall in love.

The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!

Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters.

Middle age is the way you would feel about summer if you knew there would never be another spring.

Middle age is when, whenever you go on holiday, you pack a sweater.