In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Enchantment and fulfillment were on the gold and garnet horizon - autumn's breath, a dormant dream reawakened, a yearning nearly satiated, a tender thank you with a brush of the lips, and a connection...
Cold is cold.
Spring is a sacred soul with a revive spirit.
Au milieu de l'hiver, j'apprenais enfin qu'il y avait en moi un été invincible.
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
We always talk about how the first several seasons were faithful to the books, and anybody who wanted to could go onto Wikipedia and learn Ned Stark gets beheaded or about The Red Wedding, and most pe...
Experience everything;Times of sorrow, times of Joy.Times of darkness, times of light.Times of lost heart, times of hope.Times of hate, times of love.Times of pain , times of peace.Times of distress,...
In Ohio seasons are theatrical. Each one enters like a prima donna, convinced its performance is the reason the world has people in it.
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 thousan...
Excess generally causes reaction, and produces a change in the opposite direction, whether it be in the seasons, or in individuals, or in governments.
Every April God rewrites the Book of Genesis.
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.
It's one of my favorite seasons of the year: Back to School. As a kid, I loved fresh school supplies, new outfits, the change of seasons, and the chance to crack open a new textbook.
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...
There are seasons in every country when noise and impudence pass current for worth; and in popular commotions especially, the clamors of interested and factious men are often mistaken for patriotism.
June's too soon July's too late - for summer.
No Winter lasts forever no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep and we know it.
Autumn is Nature's last party of the year. And dressing for the occasion, forests don their brightest attire, while the creatures follow suit with plush coats of fur. As the birds savor their final fl...
THE SEASONS REMIND ME THAT I MUST KEEP CHANGING.