Henry David Thoreau Quotes

Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.

The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.

We loiter in winter while it is already spring.

When the leaves of the strongest tree fall, spring is here.

We all know that a winter scene, though it may be covered over one day, with even the trees dressed in shawls of snow, will be unrecognizable the following spring. Yet I never imagined such a thing could occur within our very selves.

It is a hopeless endeavour to unite the contrarieties of spring and winter; it is unjust to claim the privileges of age, and retain the play-things of childhood.

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

Seems like the cold would never go away and winter would be like the bottom of my feet but then it is gone in one night and in its place comes the sun so large and laughable.

When snow melts, what does it become?' It becomes water, of course' Wrong! It becomes spring!

In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature.

Summer makes a silence after spring.

It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.

While conservatism and self-protection might be likened to winter, night, and death, the spirit of pioneering and attempting to realize ideals evokes images of spring, morning, and birth.

Winter isn't forever. Winter is always followed by spring. And it's how to take advantage of whatever season you're in.

Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves in Autumn and become naked in Winter without fearing blame.

Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.

The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!

The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.

One may prefer spring and summer to autumn and winter, but preference is hardly to the point. The earth turns, and we live in the grain of nature, turning with it.

How many lessons of faith and beauty we should lose, if there were no winter in our year!

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.