Mignon McLaughlin Quotes

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

Short summers lightly have a forward spring.

I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

A strangely reflective, even melancholy day. Is that because, unlike our cousins in the northern hemisphere, Easter is not associated with the energy and vitality of spring but with the more subdued spirit of autumn?

Spring never is spring unless it comes too soon.

Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.

Linus: It was a short summer, Charlie Brown. Charlie Brown: And it looks like it's gonna be a looong winter.

You ought to know that October is the first Spring month.

It almost seems as if autumn were the true creator, more creative than the spring, which is too even-toned, more creative when it comes with its will-to-change and shatters the much too ready-made, self-satisfied and really almost bourgeois-complacent image of summer.

Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you gotta do is call, and I'll be there, 'cause you've got a friend.

You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.

- Growth has its season. There are spring and summer, but there are also fall and winter. And then spring and summer again. As long as the roots are not severed, all is well and all be well.

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.

Don't you know that day dawns after night, showers displace drought, and spring and summer follow winter? Then, have hope! Hope forever, for God will not fail you!

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

Baseball begins in the spring, the season of new life. Football begins in the fall, when everything's dying.

How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring!

Autumn is a season followed immediately by looking forward to spring.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise.

The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.