#Seasons Quotes

“Well-apparel'd April on the heelOf limping Winter treads.”

“Short summers lightly have a forward spring.”

“Sir, the year growing ancient,Not yet on summer's death nor on the birthOf trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' th' seasonAre our carnations and streaked gillyvors,Which some call nature's bastards.”

“Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,Pale in her anger washes all the air,That rheumatic diseases do abound;And through this distemperature we seeThe seasons alter: hoary-headed frostsFall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.”

“... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.”

“Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.”

“Dirty days hath SeptemberApril June and NovemberFrom January up to MayThe rain it raineth every dayAll the rest have thirty-oneWithout a blessed gleam of sunAnd if any of them had two-and-thirtyThey'd be just as wet and twice as dirty.""April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.”

“Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.”

“Not the sun or summer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight.”

“I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it as by the genial influences of summer.”

“Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;And after summer evermore succeedsBarren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.”

“The seasons alter: hoary-headed frostsFall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,And on old Hiems' thin and icy crownAn odorous chaplet of sweet summer budsIs, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer,The childing autumn, angry winter, changeTheir wonted liveries, and the mazed world,By their increase, now knows not which is which.”

“An extra yawn one morning in the springtime, an extra snooze one night in the autumn is all that we ask in return for dazzling gifts. We borrow an hour one night in April; we pay it back with golden interest five months later.”

“The seasons change their manners, as the yearHad found some months asleep and leapt them over.”

“Earth in beauty dressedAwaits returning spring.All true love must die,Alter at the bestInto some lesser thing.Prove that I lie.”

“Through winter-time we call on spring,And through the spring on summer call,And when the abounding hedges ringDeclare that winter's best of all:And after that there's nothing goodBecause the spring time has not come-Not know that what disturbs our bloodIs but its longing for the tomb.”

“All the months are crude experiments,out of which the perfect September is made.”

“I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.”

“I love cuffing season. It's a very inspiring season for those who want to be inspired.”

“That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts.”

“Indeed the river is a perpetual gala, and boasts each month a new ornament.”

“If I was ever a rare fine summer person, that's long ago. Most of us are half-and-half. The August noon in us works to stave off the November chills. We survive by what little Fourth of July wits we've stashed away. But there are times when we're all autumn people.”

“Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.”

“You can't get too much winter in the winter.”

“The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March.”

“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.”