Seasonal Transitions Quotes

There is beauty to be found in the changing of the earth’s seasons, and an inner grace in honouring the cycles of life.

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.

There is a continuity about the garden and an order of succession in the garden year which is deeply pleasing, and in one sense there are no breaks or divisions - seed time flows on to flowering time and harvest time; no sooner is one thing dying than another is coming to life.

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

In the words of the old song, it's a long time from May to December but, you know, it's an equally long time from December to May.

Spring is the fresh green of young corn and the pink blush of blossoms. Autumn contrasts the yellowed foilage with violet hues. Winter is the white of snow against its black forms ... Summer is the contrast of blues and the golden bronze of the corn.

January brings the snow / Makes your feet and fingers glow / February's ice and sleet / Freeze the toes right off your feet / Welcome March with wintry wind / Would thou wer't not so unkind / April brings the sweet spring showers / On and on for hours and hours.

The seasons do not push one another; neither do clouds race the wind across the sky. All things happen in their own good time.

Short summers lightly have a forward spring.

Life has many changes. Tomorrow it may rain, and it's supposed to be sunshine, 'cause it's summertime. But God's got a funny soul, he plays like Charlie Parker.

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Boston has two seasons: August and winter.

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

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

In course of time the slow advance of knowledge, which has dispelled so many cherished illusions, convinced at least the more thoughtful portion of mankind that the alterations of summer and winter, of spring and autumn, were not merely the result of their own magical rites, but that some deeper cause, some mightier power, was at work behind the shifting scenes of nature.

A long summer always meant a long winter to come.

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

The season when to come, and when to go, to sing, or cease to sing, we never know.

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

After a long day, folk rest at night. After a long summer, folk play games and sit about in the winter. After a long life folk sit about the fire and stay warm, for the chill of death is upon them, and even the thickest bearskin can't keep off the shivering.

It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.

The phenomena of the year take place every day in a pond on a small scale. Every morning, generally speaking, the shallow water isbeing warmed more rapidly than the deep, though it may not be made so warm after all, and every evening it is being cooled more rapidly until the morning. The day is an epitome of the year. The night is the winter, the morning and evening are the spring and fall, and the noon is the summer. The cracking and booming of the ice indicate a change of temperature.

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

Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.

Spring and autumn are inconsiderable events in a landscape compared with the shadows of a cloud.