Quotes About Season

In summer, the song sings itself.

No Spring nor Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face.

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

strewn with wildflowers and overhead were making shade. Everybody was busy about the fields and plant beds and gardens. The season had made its claim. And then there came a day of brittle-feeling showers driven over the town by a cold wind that, after the warm days, seemed to come through your clothes in slices.

Again the air is full of falling: the fall of the leaves in the weighty season that brings all home again to the lowly miracle from which they came.

Sun benches at the curb bespeak another season, truncated poplars that having served for shade served also later for the fire.

For some reason, now, she saw the panel in the Roberts, all those faces. Read Us the Book of the Names of the Dead. All the Marlys, she thought all the girls she'd been through the long season of youth.

The problem with mango plucking is the fruit falls too quickly; and harvest season is over far too soon.

I was brought up to believe that everyone brave is forgiven, but in wartime courage is cheap and clemency out of season. Unless

The poet Swinburne said that spring begins 'blossom by blossom.

Autumn is the bite of the harvest apple.

Fearing cold and flu season, I fist-bump the credit card signature pad.

It was early summer. And everything, as it always does, began to heave and change.

Behold the grapes and all the fruits that Autumn gives today, as robed in red and gold, she rules, the Empress of Decay!

Even in America, the Indian summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone—but never hustled.

Winter farewell, winter farewell, and away you go and trouble us no more.

A gold and scarlet leaf floating solitary on the clear, black water of the morning rain barrel can catch the emotion of a whole season, and chimney smoke blowing across the winter moon can be a symbol of all that is mysterious in human life.

October is Nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life.... Every green thing loves to die in bright colors.

Spring had come. My former depression had completely gone, and was replaced by the dreamy spring melancholy of vague hopes and desires.

The season of ships is here,The west wind and the swallows;Flowers in the fields appear,And the ocean of hills and hollowsHas calmed its waves and is clear.Free that anchor and chain!Set your full canvas flying,O men in the harbor lane:It is I, Priapus, crying.Sail out on your trades again!

With shrieks of adoration it flung itself on human breasts, 'to crush you, to suck your life away. I cannot drag my own weight over the crust of the earth so you must carry me on your back so that in time you will be crippled with my weight.' These words are in every heart in the mating season.

Each star had cost an effort. For each there had been planning, watching and anticipation. Each one recalled to me a place, a time, a season. Each one now has a personality. The stars, in short, had become my stars.

I love autumn in New York City: The yellows, the browns, and the rust -- and that's just the drinking water.... Here in New York City, the leaves turn -- and run.

Halloween is the beginning of the holiday shopping season. That's for women. The beginning of the holiday shopping season for men is Christmas Eve.