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 t...
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.
Many people have trouble with forgiveness because they have been taught it is a singular act to be completed in one sitting. That is not so. Forgiveness has many layers, many seasons.
Good seasons start with good beginnings.
We watch the sky, we watch it alive and we watch it die, looking for signs. We live like wind, with hope in wings that we will get there, never sooner or never later, but at a right time.
You must take personal responsibility. You cannot change the circumstances, the seasons, or the wind, but you can change yourself. That is something you have charge of.
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.[]
Honest Winter, snow-clad, and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; But that long deferment of the calendar's promise, that weeping gloom of March and April, that bitter blast outragi...
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Summer rushes in on the heels of spring, eager to take her turn; and then she dances with wild abandon. But the time soon comes when she gratefully falls, exhausted and sated, into the auburn arms of...
'Teen Moms!' I started watching them like the first two seasons, and I stopped. I stopped because they are too young. I feel sorry for them. And I didn't watch that show 'Hoarders.' That thing would m...
Love is like a season,it ebbs and it flows,sometimes we're like Summer, Fall and Winter,but it's Spring that I long to know.
Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
Summer is the mother of the poor.
In the sacred season, we shall harvest the ripen fruit.
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...
Every season hath its pleasures;Spring may boast her flowery prime,
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.