seasonal love Quotes

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.

Spring is my sweetheart.

You choose the end of the summer to fall in love with this guy because secretly, you don’t want it to last.

I love cuffing season. It's a very inspiring season for those who want to be inspired.

I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves.

The time of year I love the weather the most here is the fall, and I've never really gotten to experience the mountains and Denver in the fall because I was always playing and traveling.

Summer romances cometo an end. That was part of the deal. They are built like certain plants or insects, not able to survive more than one season. I thought we would be different. We were, I guess, but not in the way I thought. I truly believed that we would never let each other go. The young are so dumb.

Winter is 100% my favourite time of year. I'm not a summer baby.

There must be some nerve and heroism in our love, as of a winter morning.

I've found what I was looking for, Child: what people call love between a man and a woman is a season. And if, at its flowering, this season is a feast of greenery, at its waning, it's only a heap of rotting leaves.

Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.

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

Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling.

I love high summer as well, but nothing beats a perfect May morning.

I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have loved you all too long and well To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring. Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes, I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums, That you may hail anew the bird and rose When I come back to you, as summer comes. Else will you seek, at some not distant time, Even your summer in another clime.

From my point of view, this is the best time of the year. I don't love heat. I'm a winter guy.

Mrs. Jo did not mean the measles, but that more serious malady called love, which is apt to ravage communities, spring and autumn, when winter gayety and summer idleness produce whole bouquets of engagements, and set young people to pairing off like the birds.

Will you love me in December as you do in May?

I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl, From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl, I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl, But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl, It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child, It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.

I love the winter. Well, I love all the seasons, but the winter is possibly one of the most intense.