Quotes About Season

It was autumn, the springtime of death.

Winter in Ohio was especially rough if you had an appetite for color.

Sweetheart. That's what the weather was called. Sweetheart weather, the prettiest day of the year.

Love has its own time, its own season, and its own reasons from coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you

The fields...are white already to harvest" (John 4:35 KJV), or as other versions put it, "ripe for harvest."...One part of the harvest metaphor we may have missed was the importance of timing-there is a season for both sowing and reaping, and sometimes there is a season of simply waiting and watering.

To know India and her peoples, one has to know the monsoon. one has to know the monsoon. It is not enough to read about it in books, or see it on the cinema screen, or hear someone talk about it. It has to be a personal experience because nothing short of living through it can fully convey all it means to a people for whom it is not only the source of life, but also their most exciting impact with nature.

Dear beautiful Spring weather, I miss you. Was it something I said?

Even though winter was on its way, geraniums were in full bloom in bright blue Maxwell House cans on the front porch.

Saeed quickly found employment at a Banana Republic, where he would sell to urban sophisticates the black turtleneck of the season, in a shop whose name was synonymous with colonial exploitation and the rapacious ruin of the third world.

When you look back, recap this whole season it's just some detail-oriented things that we kind of got to fix. We're right there. I believe we're right as a team, as a unit, the guys we have on this team, we're right there. I'm a big believer in that. I'm very confident.

Her soul was a fifth season, of richer hue than autumn, bursting with more life than spring, hidden away, ready to transform the world with such glory as it had never seen.

It was cold but she could handle it. It was light she missed, light that would've made things better – fuck the festive season, light was all anyone with half a brain wanted – the only good thing about all the fuss, the commercialism, the consumerism, the churchy crap with the kid in a manger and the we-three-wise-ass-kings: it was all just people looking for light.

The sound of thunder, the smell of rain. The earth giving birth to another season. Nature's labor pains...beautiful.

The ezer is a warrior, and this has far-reaching implications for women, not only in marriage, but in every relationship, season, and walk of life.

This lawn hasn't been mowed all summer, and it's August

Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.

I live to hail that season by gifted one foretold, when men shall live by reason, and not alone by gold.

Winter's here. Time for us to go. No better way to die than sword in hand.

I guess I'm just feeling Septemberish.

I recognized the tokens of the time, because I had lived through just such another uneasy season, when every day was tainted by the foul breath of a fear that could not be faced forthrightly, yet could not be ignored.

The loveliest of trees, the cherry now is hung with bloom along the bough, and stands about the woodland ride wearing white for Eastertide.

Health is the thing that makes you feel that now is the best time of the year.

Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day!

We read of preaching the Word out of season, but we do not read of praying out of season, for that is never out of season.