April is the cruellest month breeding Lilacs out of the dead land mixing memory and desire stirring dull roots with Spring rain.
The nicest thing about the promise of spring is that sooner or later she'll have to keep it.
June's too soon July's too late - for summer.
To rule a country of a thousand chariots, there must be reverent attention to business, and sincerity; economy in expenditure, and love for men; and the employment of the people at the proper seasons.
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
Autumn is the bite of a harvest apple.
May is a pious fraud of the almanac A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind.
All seasons have something to offer
Autumn to winter winter into spring. Spring into summer summer into fall - So rolls the changing year and so we change -Motion so swift we know not that we move.
No one thinks of Winter when the grass is green.
Take a winter as you find him and he turns out to be a thoroughly honest fellow with no nonsense in him: and tolerating none in you which is a great comfort in the long run.
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...
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