seasons

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
63cee31	"I wonder if the snow the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again."	nature seasons snow winter	Lewis Carroll
0bb7cb6	April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.	cruelty poetry seasons weather	T.S. Eliot
a8bdea3	Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.	art autumn color fall seasons	J.K. Rowling
1ec3cb1	But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.	fall seasons september summer	Stephen King
7c042c1	Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.	beginning seasons spring	Truman Capote
3d1fdfe	If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.	adversity appreciation hardship inspirational life prosperity seasons spring winter	Anne Bradstreet
1d4828a	Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.	desire life nostalgia seasons spring wanderlust	Vladimir Nabokov
d3d498a	Her in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn--that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness--that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.	fall nature pleasure poets seasons walking	Jane Austen
db20dec	"Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns." [ , Oct. 1, 1841]" --	fall nature seasons weather	George Eliot
77b27c2	Au milieu de l'hiver, j'apprenais enfin qu'il y avait en moi un ete invincible.	hardship seasons self strength summer	Albert Camus
97f5d77	With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only truly sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason. In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.	ernest-hemingway fall seasons spring	Ernest Hemingway
b2157c6	oh shit it's shit	hayworth novella prison rita seasons shawshank-redemption shit stephen-king	Stephen King
69bd7bc	It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.	england fall seasons weather	P.D. James
6c09794	The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.	apple apples april auden autumn burns byron coffee de-la-mare fall hart-crane insomnia keats longfellow may milton morris night nocturnal poetry poets pope schiller season seasons september shelley spender spring tea tennyson winter wordsworth writers writing	Helen Bevington
07934c7	When you're young you prefer the vulgar months, the fullness of the seasons. As you grow older you learn to like the in-between times, the months that can't make up their minds. Perhaps it's a way of admitting that things can't ever bear the same certainty again.	seasons	Julian Barnes
2232f92	We say that flowers return every spring, but that is a lie. It is true that the world is renewed. It is also true that that renewal comes at a price, for even if the flower grows from an ancient vine, the flowers of spring are themselves new to the world, untried and untested. The flower that wilted last year is gone. Petals once fallen are fallen forever. Flowers do not return in the spring, rather they are replaced. It is in this difference between returned and replaced that the price of renewal is paid. And as it is for spring flowers, so it is for us.	death renewal seasons	Daniel Abraham
a53944d	"We don't take orders from you, Sergeant." Quain said. "Your man tried to assassinate-" "He isn't mine. man has eyes that change color with the seasons."	avry color eyes kerrick seasons	Maria V. Snyder
d1fa650	"Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard." [ ]"	fall fruit seasons	Walt Whitman
3878eae	Except. What is normal at any given time? We change just as the seasons change, and each spring brings new growth. So nothing is ever quite the same.	growth maturity seasons	Sherwood Smith
81f9ef6	In Ohio seasons are theatrical. Each one enters like a prima donna, convinced its performance is the reason the world has people in it.	seasons weather	Toni Morrison
5e5f98d	There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing ... The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.	beauty death dusk fall garden gardens north-and-south outside seasons time winter	Elizabeth Gaskell
9b49984	A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.	cold england fog seasons summer	Rudyard Kipling
0f46e89	"October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or shutting a book, did not end the tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content."	book ending-a-chapter fairy-tale garden happiness happy-ending october reading satisfaction season seasons tale turning-a-page	Neil Gaiman
a5a5b81	Our winters are very long here, very long and very monotonous. But we don't complain about it downstairs, we're shielded against the winter. Oh, spring does come eventually, and summer, and they last for a while, but now, looking back, spring and summer seem too short, as if they were not much more than a couple of days, and even on those days, no matter how lovely the day, it still snows occasionally.	seasons	Franz Kafka
6ea0c17	All seasons have something to offer	seasons	Jeannette Walls
80d133f	Accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.	acceptance grief joy life seasons serenity sorrow	Kahlil Gibran
c00c956	To animals they were just the weather, just part of everything. But humans arose and gave them names, just as people filled the starry sky with heroes and monsters, because this turned them into stories. And humans loved stories, because once you'd turned things into stories, you could change the stories.	seasons stories words	Terry Pratchett
05fa885	"In the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."	her leaves season seasons snow summer winter	Kahlil Gibran
304ba41	These marvels were great and comfortable ones, but in the old England there was a greater still. The weather behaved itself. In the spring all the little flowers came out obediently in the meads, and the dew sparkled, and the birds sang; in the summer it was beautifully hot for no less than four months, and, if it did rain just enough for agricultural purposes, they managed to arrange it so that it rained while you were in bed; in the autumn the leaves flamed and rattled before the west winds, tempering their sad adieu with glory; and in the winter, which was confined by statute to two months, the snow lay evenly, three feet thick, but never turned into slush.	bucolic england old-times seasons spring summer weather winter	T.H. White
f48d4df	She told us about the goddess called Persephone, who was forced to spend half a year in the darkness deep underground. Winter happened when she was trapped inside the earth. The days shrank, they became cold and short and dark. Living things hid themselves away. Spring came when she was released and made her slow way up to the world again. The world became brighter and bolder in order to welcome her back. It began to be filled with warmth and light. The animals dared to wake, they dared to have their young. Plants dared to send out buds and shoots. Life dared to come back.	life myth nature persephone return seasons spring winter	David Almond
c970422	But I know Jesus arose. I feel his presence now, here, with me. I see the evidence of his Word everyday. From creation forth, the whole world is witness to God's plan revealed through his Son. From the beginning, he prepared us. In the passing of the seasons; in the way flowers spring forth, die, and drop seeds for life to begin again; in the sunset and sunrise. Jesus' sacrifice is reenacted every day of our lives if we but have the eyes to see.	die evidence eyes flowers god jesus sacrifice seasons sunrise sunset witness	Francine Rivers
57ee32e	The mountain trees that grew between the pines were a brilliant blaze of fall colors, like fire against the emerald green of the pines, firs and pruces. And it was, as I'd told myself long ago, the year's last passionate love affair before it grew old and died from the frosty bite of winter.	change colors fall fire love passionate running seasons trees winter	V.C. Andrews
40f2c2c	" Every season hath its pleasures; Spring may boast her flowery prime,	fall seasons spring	Thomas Moore
67f2660	To nature lovers, the season of new beginnings is the spring, but to people who excel in school, it's the fall.	seasons	Anne Fadiman
06c5357	That winter arrived immediately, all at once -- you could watch it come. Twin curtains of white appeared in the north, white all the way to the sky, driving south like the end of all things. They drove the wind before them and it ran like wolves, like floodwater through a cracked dyke. Cattle galloped the fencelines, bawling. Trees toppled; a barn roof tumbled over the highway. The river changed directions. The wind flung thrushes screaming into the gorge and impaled them on the thorns in grotesque attitudes.	seasons winter	Anthony Doerr

63cee31

"I wonder if the snow the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again."

nature seasons snow winter

Lewis Carroll

0bb7cb6

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

cruelty poetry seasons weather

T.S. Eliot

a8bdea3

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

art autumn color fall seasons

J.K. Rowling

1ec3cb1

But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.

fall seasons september summer

Stephen King

7c042c1

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

beginning seasons spring

Truman Capote

3d1fdfe

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

adversity appreciation hardship inspirational life prosperity seasons spring winter

Anne Bradstreet

1d4828a

Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.

desire life nostalgia seasons spring wanderlust

Vladimir Nabokov

d3d498a

Her in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn--that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness--that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.

fall nature pleasure poets seasons walking

Jane Austen

db20dec

"Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns." [ , Oct. 1, 1841]" --

fall nature seasons weather

George Eliot

77b27c2

Au milieu de l'hiver, j'apprenais enfin qu'il y avait en moi un ete invincible.

hardship seasons self strength summer

Albert Camus

97f5d77

With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only truly sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason. In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.

ernest-hemingway fall seasons spring

Ernest Hemingway

b2157c6

oh shit it's shit

hayworth novella prison rita seasons shawshank-redemption shit stephen-king

Stephen King

69bd7bc

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.

england fall seasons weather

P.D. James

6c09794

The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.

apple apples april auden autumn burns byron coffee de-la-mare fall hart-crane insomnia keats longfellow may milton morris night nocturnal poetry poets pope schiller season seasons september shelley spender spring tea tennyson winter wordsworth writers writing

Helen Bevington

07934c7

When you're young you prefer the vulgar months, the fullness of the seasons. As you grow older you learn to like the in-between times, the months that can't make up their minds. Perhaps it's a way of admitting that things can't ever bear the same certainty again.

seasons

Julian Barnes

2232f92

We say that flowers return every spring, but that is a lie. It is true that the world is renewed. It is also true that that renewal comes at a price, for even if the flower grows from an ancient vine, the flowers of spring are themselves new to the world, untried and untested. The flower that wilted last year is gone. Petals once fallen are fallen forever. Flowers do not return in the spring, rather they are replaced. It is in this difference between returned and replaced that the price of renewal is paid. And as it is for spring flowers, so it is for us.

death renewal seasons

Daniel Abraham

a53944d

"We don't take orders from you, Sergeant." Quain said. "Your man tried to assassinate-" "He isn't mine. man has eyes that change color with the seasons."

avry color eyes kerrick seasons

Maria V. Snyder

d1fa650

"Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard." [ ]"

fall fruit seasons

Walt Whitman

3878eae

Except. What is normal at any given time? We change just as the seasons change, and each spring brings new growth. So nothing is ever quite the same.

growth maturity seasons

Sherwood Smith

81f9ef6

In Ohio seasons are theatrical. Each one enters like a prima donna, convinced its performance is the reason the world has people in it.

seasons weather

Toni Morrison

5e5f98d

There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing ... The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.

beauty death dusk fall garden gardens north-and-south outside seasons time winter

Elizabeth Gaskell

9b49984

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

cold england fog seasons summer

Rudyard Kipling

0f46e89

"October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or shutting a book, did not end the tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content."

book ending-a-chapter fairy-tale garden happiness happy-ending october reading satisfaction season seasons tale turning-a-page

Neil Gaiman

a5a5b81

Our winters are very long here, very long and very monotonous. But we don't complain about it downstairs, we're shielded against the winter. Oh, spring does come eventually, and summer, and they last for a while, but now, looking back, spring and summer seem too short, as if they were not much more than a couple of days, and even on those days, no matter how lovely the day, it still snows occasionally.

seasons

Franz Kafka

6ea0c17

All seasons have something to offer

seasons

Jeannette Walls

80d133f

Accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

acceptance grief joy life seasons serenity sorrow

Kahlil Gibran

c00c956

To animals they were just the weather, just part of everything. But humans arose and gave them names, just as people filled the starry sky with heroes and monsters, because this turned them into stories. And humans loved stories, because once you'd turned things into stories, you could change the stories.

seasons stories words

Terry Pratchett

05fa885

"In the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."

her leaves season seasons snow summer winter

Kahlil Gibran

304ba41

These marvels were great and comfortable ones, but in the old England there was a greater still. The weather behaved itself. In the spring all the little flowers came out obediently in the meads, and the dew sparkled, and the birds sang; in the summer it was beautifully hot for no less than four months, and, if it did rain just enough for agricultural purposes, they managed to arrange it so that it rained while you were in bed; in the autumn the leaves flamed and rattled before the west winds, tempering their sad adieu with glory; and in the winter, which was confined by statute to two months, the snow lay evenly, three feet thick, but never turned into slush.

bucolic england old-times seasons spring summer weather winter

T.H. White

f48d4df

She told us about the goddess called Persephone, who was forced to spend half a year in the darkness deep underground. Winter happened when she was trapped inside the earth. The days shrank, they became cold and short and dark. Living things hid themselves away. Spring came when she was released and made her slow way up to the world again. The world became brighter and bolder in order to welcome her back. It began to be filled with warmth and light. The animals dared to wake, they dared to have their young. Plants dared to send out buds and shoots. Life dared to come back.

life myth nature persephone return seasons spring winter

David Almond

c970422

But I know Jesus arose. I feel his presence now, here, with me. I see the evidence of his Word everyday. From creation forth, the whole world is witness to God's plan revealed through his Son. From the beginning, he prepared us. In the passing of the seasons; in the way flowers spring forth, die, and drop seeds for life to begin again; in the sunset and sunrise. Jesus' sacrifice is reenacted every day of our lives if we but have the eyes to see.

die evidence eyes flowers god jesus sacrifice seasons sunrise sunset witness

Francine Rivers

57ee32e

The mountain trees that grew between the pines were a brilliant blaze of fall colors, like fire against the emerald green of the pines, firs and pruces. And it was, as I'd told myself long ago, the year's last passionate love affair before it grew old and died from the frosty bite of winter.

change colors fall fire love passionate running seasons trees winter

V.C. Andrews

40f2c2c

" Every season hath its pleasures; Spring may boast her flowery prime,

fall seasons spring

Thomas Moore

67f2660

To nature lovers, the season of new beginnings is the spring, but to people who excel in school, it's the fall.

seasons

Anne Fadiman

06c5357

That winter arrived immediately, all at once -- you could watch it come. Twin curtains of white appeared in the north, white all the way to the sky, driving south like the end of all things. They drove the wind before them and it ran like wolves, like floodwater through a cracked dyke. Cattle galloped the fencelines, bawling. Trees toppled; a barn roof tumbled over the highway. The river changed directions. The wind flung thrushes screaming into the gorge and impaled them on the thorns in grotesque attitudes.

seasons winter

Anthony Doerr