Seasons Quotes

“The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.”

“The trees that have it in their pent-up budsTo darken nature and be summer woods.”

“To everything there is a season. Yes. A time to break down, and a time to build up. Yes. A time to keep silence and a time to speak. Yes.”

“I would not a bit mind sleeping in the cool grass in summer, and when winter came on sheltering myself by the warm close-thatched rick, or under the penthouse of a great barn, provided I had love in my heart.”

“April, like a child,Writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers,Wipes them away and forgets.”

“The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July.”

“And so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass.”

“I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Going home, where the new york city winters aren't bleedin' me.”

“I have heard it said that winter, too, will pass, that spring is a sign that summer is due at last. See, all we have to do is hang on.”

“As long as I have the friendship of the sesasons life will never be a burden to me.”

“As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.”

“One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.”

“The year is getting to feel rich, for his golden fruits are ripening fast, and he has a large balance in the barns, which are his banks. The members of his family have found out that he is well to do in the world. September is dressing herself in show of dahlias and splendid marigolds and starry zinnias. October, the extravagant sister, has ordered an immense amount of the most gorgeous forest tapestry for her grand reception.”

“Each season brings a world of enjoyment and interest in the watching of its unfolding, its gradual harmonious development, its culminating graces-and just as one begins to tire of it, it passes away and a radical change comes, with new witcheries and new glories in its train.”

“We loiter in winter while it is already spring.”

“I pray that the life of this spring and summer may ever lie fair in my memory.”

“You may tell by looking at any twig of the forest, ay, at your very wood-pile, whether its winter is past or not.”

“The dry grasses are not dead for me. A beautiful form has as much life at one season as another.”

“Summer lasts not for ever; seasons succeed each other.”

“Spring. March fans it, April christens it, and May puts on its jacket and trousers.”

“For some things there are no wrong seasons. Which is what I dream of for me.”

“The Great Snow! How cheerful it is to hear of!”

“To one in sympathy with nature, each season, in its turn, seems the loveliest.”

“Every blade in the field - Every leaf in the forest - lays down its life in its season as beautifully as it was taken up.”

“When the ground was partially bare of snow, and a few warm days had dried its surface somewhat, it was pleasant to compare the first tender signs of the infant year just peeping forth with the stately beauty of the withered vegetation which had withstood the winterdecent weeds, at least, which widowed Nature wears.”