Annette Curtis Klause Quotes

The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.

I can't conceive of cooking in a sunny place like Florida because my motivation comes from the changing seasons. That's why I decided to live in New York.

Cold winds are disagreeable, hot winds enervating, moist winds unhealthy.

Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.

But then 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.

Write about winter in the summer.

There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.

There are only two seasons - winter and Baseball.

Alas, summer sun can't last forever. The days will grow cooler and shorter, and our skin will once again pale.

Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.

The nice thing about New York is that you're finally able to wear those winter clothes that have been sitting in your closet in mothballs.

Through the dripping weeks that follow One another slow, and soak Summer's extinguished fire and autumn's drifting smoke.

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

When summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn.

The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four -the years turn dry as leaves.

... 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.

Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.

It is a sad moment when the first phlox appears. It is the amber light indicating the end of the great burst of early summer and suggesting that we must now start looking forward to autumn. Not that I have any objection to autumn as a season, full of its own beauty; but I just cannot bear to see another summer go, and I recoil from what the first hint of autumn means.

For summer there, bear in mind, is a loitering gossip, that only begins to talk of leaving when September rises to go.

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 rumor of sadness and change.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.

The Summer had died peacefully in its sleep, and Autumn, as soft-spoken executrix, was locking life up safely until Spring came to claim it.