A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone.

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Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.

A boy trudged down the sidewalk dragging a fishing pole behind him. A man stood waiting with his hands on his hips. Summertime, and his children played in the front yard with their friend, enacting...

I heard a rapid alternation of notes,a vibrating staccato of an ancient instrument,nearly as old as nature herself, a cricket singingin my garden last night, the first time this year. When turning my garden’s soil,I...

I met Anne in the autumn… Autumn, that wild season when rural men rack orchard trees with sticks and weep with the desire to kiss faraway Demeter’s supple breasts—to set lips to her travel-swollen eyes....

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...

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

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...

Everything comes at the right time, but if the right time is too late to be patient, go earlier before it becomes too late.

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.”[Give me the splendid silent sun]

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....

In my own shire, if I was sadHomely comforters I had:The earth, because my heart was sore,Sorrowed for the son she bore;And standing hills, long to remain,Shared their short-lived comrade’s pain.And bound for the same...

I was gardening when I saw this snail/slug thing disguised as a leaf. Ah, isn’t fall a wonderful time to slowly fall in love?

Try to pause each day and take a walk to view nature.

In the spring and summer I watched my plants flower, but it was, perhaps, in winter that I loved them best, when their skeletons were exposed. Then I felt they had more to say to...

Winter was nothing but a season of snow; spring, allergies; and summer…It was the worst. That was swimsuit season.

Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise. Summer in its turn soon begins to sweat for something to quench...

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 flights...

But here I am in July, and why am I thinking about Christmas pudding? Probably because we always pine for what we do not have. The winter seems cozy and romantic in the hell of...

Not to waste the springI threw down everything,And ran into the open worldTo sing what I could sing…To dance what I could dance!And join with everyone!I wandered with a reckless heartbeneath the newborn sun.First stepping...

The summer in youcalms the winter in me.

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

There is a season for everything under the sun—even when we can’t see the sun.

All times are determined by God.

There is no question that films that we would have considered viable just a few seasons ago are too risky to undertake these days, … Small films are smaller than ever and titles that would...

When it is time for a season to change, the imperfections of life are most visible.

I have a suspicion that when first built, Stonehenge may have glowed blue with St. Elmo’s fire during certain times of the year

I don’t think there have been many seasons when the same city had the dominant team in both leagues like Detroit has this year. It’ll definitely be an interesting run and a wild party in...

Never mind the End is the Beginning of the new season. Be ready to enter your new season

Timeliness is an issue. Oysters have two reproductive seasons, spring and fall. We missed last fall and this spring, and we don’t want to miss this next fall. Each season represents $125 million, and recovery...

The long sadness of winter was finally in retreat.

Perspective seasons meaning with sprinkles of time.

The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into autumn...

We made love like three seasons, but I didn’t fall.

A garden did not need people in order to be alive and natural. The flowers might have died, and the last leaves might be falling, but the space was still redolent with the odors of...

The hour of spring was dark at last,sensuous memories of sunlight past,I stood alone in garden bowersand asked the value of my hours.Time was spent or time was tossed,Life was loved and life was lost.I...

[That is how a season starts, after 26 seasons that led to a new starting line.] Twenty years from now, … people are going to be saying, ‘Look at the people in this picture.’

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

Spring procreates, Summer develops, Autumn debilitates & Winter ceases to be. Meeting all forms of life.

Methinks I see the sunset light flooding the river valley, the western hills stretching to the horizon, overhung with trees gorgeous and glowing with the tints of autumn — a mighty flower garden blossoming under...

Not forever does the bulbul singIn balmy shades of bowers,Not forever lasts the springNor ever blossom the flowers.Not forever reigneth joy,Sets the sun on days of bliss,Friendships not forever last,They know not life, who know...

Learning to be a Life- Giving Mom without regrets requires embracing the season you are in. You have to let go of the past and live in the present as you lay hold of the...

Autumn DaysYellow, mellow, ripened days,Sheltered in a golden coating;O’er the dreamy, listless haze,White and dainty cloudlets floating;Winking at the blushing trees,And the sombre, furrowed fallow;Smiling at the airy ease,Of the southward flying swallow.Sweet and smiling...

Summertime is always the best of what might be.

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...

Spring time is a season of great hope and strength.

…I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists…

The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn’t that way....

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.