Quotes About Seasons

It was a perfect time of year, when late summer flowers were still blooming and the leaves were turning, and the grass was still green, but the nights were chilly and sweaters were out and fires were beginning to be lit. So that the hearths at night resembled the forests in the day, all giddy and bright and cheerful. Soon everyone would head back to the

he knew most places felt just a little sad in spring, when the bright and playful snow had gone and the flowers and trees hadn't yet bloomed. The

The petals numbered but degrade to prose Summer's triumphant poem of the rose.

Happy indeed is the naturalist: to him the seasons come round like old friends; to him the birds sing: as he walks along, the flowers stretch out from the hedges, or look up from the ground, and as each year fades away, he looks back on a fresh store of happy memories.

The return of migratory birds. The constellations of the sky. The shape of an oak leaf. The stripes of a badger. There is a soothing constancy to nature. And of course the transitory nature of the seasons – the changing trees, the behaviour of birds and animals, the turning of the globe, the cycle of life in one year – can also be a reminder that time passes and things heal.

Conversation with them turns only upon women, food, and (in the rainy season) the crops.

And afterward, when the leaves turned and the snow came, every now and then I would rise in everyone's minds like a tide.

Wisteria and red-buds had followed, and then in mid-March the azaleas burst forth in gigantic pillows of white, red, and vermilion. White dogwood blossoms floated like clouds of confectioner's sugar above the azaleas. The scent of honeysuckle

Todo tiene su momento oportuno; hay un tiempo para todo lo que se hace bajo el cielo".

After valentines day guess what? Cuffing season is over! Everybody is going to be breaking up once it gets warm.

Moving on is made a lot easier when you accept that some people are seasonal.

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.

We have three types of friends in life: Friends for a reason, friends for a season, and friends for a lifetime.

Here will I live in the rainy season, here in the autumn and in the summer: thus muses the fool. He realizes not the danger (of death).

At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows.

Be daffodils in June, you beastly things!

on a summer day winter always seems like something you have dreamt or heard spoken of and not a thing you have lived.

The events of six months ago seemed very distant now, for on a summer day winter always seems like something you have dreamt or heard spoken of and not a thing you have lived.

In summer he was a different person, sprightly and alert, and people took him for a man a decade younger than his years; but in winter he sank as the skies darkened, and by December he was always tired. When he went to bed, he drowned in sleep; when he was wakened from it, dragged from the depths , he was somehow always unrefreshed.

for on a summer day winter always seems like something you have dreamt or heard spoken of and not a thing you have lived.

A mist is rolling over the fields. Why is a summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

How indescribable the scent of autumn flowers was– barely a scent at all, really; just a faint, strange smell, pleasant but sad. Could a smell be sad or was it just the association with the dying summer?

I could not have known then that everybody, every person, has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die. The seasons remind me that I must keep changing.