Seasons Quotes


In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

Seasons    Strength    Trial    Triumph

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

I wonder if the snow
loves
the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.

Appreciation    Nature    Seasons    Snow    Winter

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.

Aging    Autumn    Fall    Life    Seasons    Spring    Summer    Time    Winter

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

Apples    Art    Autumn    Color    Fall    Seasons

But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.

'Salem's Lot

Stephen King

'Salem's Lot
Autumn    Fall    Seasons    September    Summer

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Truman Capote-Breakfast at Tiffany's

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.

Great Expectations

Charles Dickens

Great Expectations

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome."
[
Meditations Divine and Moral
]

Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.

Mary

Vladimir Nabokov

Mary
Craving    Desire    Life    Nostalgia    Seasons    Spring    Wanderlust

Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!

At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.

Briefe über Cézanne

Rainer Maria Rilke

Briefe über Cézanne
Aroma    Autumn    Fall    Scent    Seasons    Smell

Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
[
Letter to Miss Lewis
, Oct. 1, 1841]

Autumn    Fall    Nature    Seasons    Weather

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

August    Autumn    Fall    Nature    Seasons    Summer    Time

People will walk in and walk out of your life, but the one whose footstep made a long lasting impression is the one you should never allow to walk out.

Summertime is always the best of what might be.

Death    Juarez    Mexico    Seasons    Summer

It makes no sense to try to extend a friendship that was only meant to be a season into a lifetime.

Au milieu de l'hiver, j'apprenais enfin qu'il y avait en moi un été invincible.

Endurance    Hardship    Seasons    Self    Strength    Summer

There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.

You will evolve past certain people. Let yourself.

Not forever does the bulbul sing
In balmy shades of bowers,
Not forever lasts the spring
Nor ever blossom the flowers.
Not forever reigneth joy,
Sets the sun on days of bliss,
Friendships not forever last,
They know not life, who know not this.

With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only truly sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.
In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.

AUTUMNAL
Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.
Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time's deceit.
Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.
Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.

Autumn    Fall    November    October    Seasons

She enjoys rain for its wetness, winter for its cold, summer for its heat. She loves rainbows as much for fading as for their brilliance. It is easy for her, she opens her heart and accepts everything.

A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone.

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.

Autumn    Fall    Seasons

The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year - the days when summer is changing into autumn - the crickets spread the rumour of sadness and change.

Charlotte's Web

E.B. White

Charlotte's Web

The quiet transition from autumn to winter is not a bad time at all. It's a time for protecting and securing things and for making sure you've got in as many supplies as you can. It's nice to gather together everything you possess as close to you as possible, to store up your warmth and your thoughts and burrow yourself into a deep hole inside, a core of safety where you can defend what is important and precious and your very own. Then the cold and the storms and the darkness can do their worst. They can grope their way up the walls looking for a way in, but they won't find one, everything is shut, and you sit inside, laughing in your warmth and your solitude, for you have had foresight.

Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.

Autumn    Fall    Flirting    Love    Lust    Seasons    Spring

oh shit it's shit

Different Seasons

Stephen King

Different Seasons

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.

Autumn    England    Fall    Seasons    Weather

The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.

Alcohol    Apple    Apples    April    Auden    Autumn    Burns    Byron    Coffee    De la mare    Fall    Hart crane    Insomnia    Keats    Longfellow    May    Milton    Morris    Night    Nocturnal    Poetry    Poets    Pope    Schiller    Season    Seasons    September    Shelley    Spender    Spring    Tea    Tennyson    Winter    Wordsworth    Writers    Writing

When you’re young you prefer the vulgar months, the fullness of the seasons. As you grow older you learn to like the in-between times, the months that can’t make up their minds. Perhaps it’s a way of admitting that things can’t ever bear the same certainty again.

Flaubert's Parrot

Julian Barnes

Flaubert's Parrot

We say that flowers return every spring, but that is a lie. It is true that the world is renewed. It is also true that that renewal comes at a price, for even if the flower grows from an ancient vine, the flowers of spring are themselves new to the world, untried and untested.
The flower that wilted last year is gone. Petals once fallen are fallen forever. Flowers do not return in the spring, rather they are replaced. It is in this difference between returned and replaced that the price of renewal is paid.
And as it is for spring flowers, so it is for us.

When youre young you prefer the vulgar months, the fullness of the seasons. As you grow older you learn to like the in-between times, the months that cant make up their minds. Perhaps its a way of admitting that things cant ever bear the same certainty again.


October's Party
October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came -
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.

Autumn    Fall    October    Seasons    Weather

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard."
[
Give me the splendid silent sun
]

Autumn    Fall    Fruit    Seasons

We don't take orders from you, Sergeant." Quain said. "Your man tried to assassinate-"
"He isn't mine.
My
man has eyes that change color with the seasons.

Assassination    Avry    Color    Eyes    Kerrick    Seasons

What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round.

Don't pour a lifetime of effort into a seasonal relationship. Not everyone from the pilot belongs in the finale.

Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.

Except. What is normal at any given time? We change just as the seasons change, and each spring brings new growth. So nothing is ever quite the same.

Crown Duel

Sherwood Smith

Crown Duel
Change    Growth    Maturity    Seasons

Truly, Autumn is my season, the scarlet beast chorted. Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall, I have loved best, because they are best to love.

I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanket.

Life    Love    Nostalgia    Nostalgic    Seasons    Summer

In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins.

Birds    Gratefulness    Gratitude    Musings    Nature    Seasons    Spring    Trees

Champagne arrived in flûtes on trays, and we emptied them with gladness in our hearts... for when feasts are laid and classical music is played, where champagne is drunk once the sun has sunk and the season of summer is alive in spicy bloom, and beautiful women fill the room, and are generous with laughter and smiles... these things fill men's hearts with joy and remind one that life’s bounty is not always fleeting but can be captured, and enjoyed. It is in writing about this scene that I relive this night in my soul.

Beautiful women    Bounty    Champagne    Classical music    Feasts    Happiness    Hearts    Joy    Parties    Payne    Roman payne    Seasons    Summer    Sun    The wanderess    Women    Writing

If Springtime crawls out of the
wild mouths of flowers, then
surely, Winter crawls out of mine.

Flowers    Poetry    Seasons    Spring    Wild    Winter

TO what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

April    Beauty    Life    Poem    Poems    Poetry    Seasons    Spring

In Ohio seasons are theatrical. Each one enters like a prima donna, convinced its performance is the reason the world has people in it.

Beloved

Toni Morrison

Beloved

On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening

Autumn    Crow    Haiku    Seasons

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