Bill Skarsgard Quotes

There's something I love about how stark the contrast is between January and June in Sweden. In a way, I feel that time doesn't exist in LA. Sometimes I don't know if it's February or April or October, because you're always sitting outside on the same patio, and it's 70 degrees.

I'm from Sweden, where it's winter, like, half the year. And it's dark - we barely have any daylight.

I may like L.A., but I want to know when the seasons are.

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

Short summers lightly have a forward spring.

Our [British] summers are often, though beautiful for verdure, so cold, that they are rather cold winters.

I love cold weather.

There are two seasons in Scotland: June and Winter.

If there's a 'Cruel Summer' then there's got to be a 'Cruel Winter,' right? That's all I'm saying.

That's a lot of words about the weather, but in Canberra you can't help but be aware of the seasons, and there is something wonderful about that. Okay, so there's a distinct lack of beach, but aside from that, the place grows on you.

The weather in California is so much hotter than it is in England that it's absolutely changed my style. I have many more dresses and shorts than I ever thought I would coming from U.K.! It's so much easier to dress femininely in a warm climate.

Syracuse, New York, is like Hawaii for eight months of the year. The other four months, I don't care about the weather because we're playing basketball.

I really missed the East Coast. I love living in Hawaii, but I miss the changing of seasons.

Seasonal change in Los Angeles is often a very subtle thing. It's not as if we finally stop having to shovel the snow out of our driveways and can put our parkas back in the closet.

I love the sun.

Denmark's fall and winter were really cold and long, actually, but my job often takes me to paradise, so I can't complain.

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

France has neither winter nor summer nor morals. Apart from these drawbacks it is a fine country.

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

Other seasons come abruptly but ask so little when they do. Winter is the only one that has to be relearned.

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.

Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.