Quotes About Season

If the first of July be rainy weather, It will rain, more or less, for four weeks together.

snowflakes fall from the sky in peppermint perfection — i kiss you with quivering lips but cold is not the reason — you set my winter heart on fire and keep me warm all season

It takes three springs to make one leap year.

March, when days are getting long, Let thy growing hours be strong To set right some wintry wrong.

The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day and night.

Trees bend down with plum and pear, Rosy apples scent the air, Nuts are ripening everywhere.

October is a mighty month...

come scarlet leaves and falling light this time of year — October-blood runs through the veins of autumn — slowing heartbeat and longer breaths shorter daytimes and chilling nights warm hearts and sanguine thoughts

My favorite color is October.

Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul... but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.

My favorite season is pumpkin spice.

A good maxim is never out of season.

There's no one season such delight can bring As summer, autumn, winter, and the spring.

To me it seems that youth is like spring, an overpraised season — delightful if it happen to be a favoured one, but in practice very rarely favoured and more remarkable, as a general rule, for biting east winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.

Fair orchard trees wave their fruit-laden arms, And nature smiles in her Autumnal charms.

Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these Of mid-September...

September is more than a month, really; it is a season, an achievement in itself. It begins with August's leftovers and it ends with October's preparations...

The sultry summer past, September comes, Soft twilight of the slow-declining year; All mildness, soothing loveliness, and peace: The fading season ere the falling come...

September comes, and... Summer thins away.

Now what looks like smoke is only mare's tails—clouds streaming—and as the season changes, my young dog and I wonder if raindrops might not be shattered lightning.

My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season

Et que j'aime ô saison que j'aime tes rumeurs Les fruits tombant sans qu'on les cueille Le vent et la forêt qui pleurent Toutes leurs larmes en automne feuille à feuille Les feuilles Qu'on foule Un train Qui roule La vie S'écoule

There is not a single trainer, nor player, that can guarantee success at the start of a season,' Guardiola wrote a decade ago. 'Nor are there magic formulae. If there were, this game of football would be as easy as going to the "solutions shop" and buying them all.

On the way to the tiny Los Pajaritos stadium (capacity just 9,025), Coldplay's 'Viva la Vida' blared from the speakers on the team bus. That song, a favourite of Pep's, would become the soundtrack to the rest of the season – the anthem for Guardiola's era, even. When that song played, the players knew the moment had arrived. It was a warning. The call to action.