Season Quotes

“People will walk in and walk out of your life, but the one whose footstep made a long lasting impression is the one you should never allow to walk out.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“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.”
― Helen Bevington, When Found, Make a Verse of

“Do you think me horselike, my lord?"
Realizing the threat to his personage, Blackmoor wiped the smile from his face and replied, "Not at all. I said I think you charming."
"A fine start."
"And I appreciate your exuberance." His eyes glitered with barely contained laughter.
"Like that of a child." Hers sparkled with irritation.
"And, of course, you are entertaining."
"Excellent. Like the aforementioned child's toy."
He couldn't hide a chuckle. "Not at all. You are a far better companion than any of the toys I had as a child."
"Oh, I am most flattered."
"You should be. I had some tremendous toys.”
― Sarah MacLean, The Season

“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.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists

“Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

“It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer. Everything fades: the shimmer of gold over White Cove; the laughter in the night air; the lavender early morning light on the faces of skyscrapers, which had suddenly become so heroically tall. Every dawn seemed to promise fresh miracles, among other joys that are in short supply these days. And so I will try to tell you, while I still remember, how it was then, before everything changed-that final season of the era that roared.”
― Anna Godbersen, Bright Young Things

“Ah, Lovely October, as you usher in the season that awakens my soul, your awesome beauty compels my spirit to soar like an leaf caught in an autumn breeze and my heart to sing like a heavenly choir.”
― Peggy Toney Horton

“Nothing comes as an accomplishment instantly. Success does not come overnight. Patience is the key! Grow up and be the tree; but remember it takes dry and wet seasons to become a fruit bearer, achiever and impact maker!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

“Wherever you may go; Life is a beautiful thing. Life is like a passing season. It comes and go. Whatever may come, it's better to enjoy the changing seasons.”
― Happy Positivity

“Winter teetered on the verge of succumbing to the returning sun, but today the breeze still preferred the touch of snowflakes”
― Rue, An Average Curse

“Tonight I can smell the season the way it's usually only possible to at the very first moments of its return, before you're used to it, when you've forgotten its smell, then there it is back in the air and the flow of things shifting and resettling again.”
― Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories

“Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter”
― Munia Khan

“Our wings serve as flippers that carry us across the ocean; not in the sky!
Why, us penguins have so much fun time in the water, we don't even want to fly!”
― Jasmine Martin, Whimsy Girl

“The Steadfast Love of the Lord is not Seasonal; His Mercies do not have winter or summer days... They are new every now and then.”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.”
― Munia Khan

“It is always in season for old men to learn.”
― Aeschylus 525456 BC

“There is no season and no reason for love. Love is not seasonal its perennial.”
― Dr. Amit Abraham

“Trees do mourn the loss of their leaves. This fall, take a moment to listen to their mourning and observe how easily they overcome it as they make way for new leaves to sprout for the joy that spring will bring.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“I recall
the gentle
whispers
of the
autumn wind
and our
long walks
on crunchy
leaves.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“To be a soul of seasons is to burn and bloom, to freeze and melt away with the approaching footsteps of life…”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Love, if it is true, will awaken you to a festival of seasons. You walk through a desert and it becomes a meadow of roses. You behold the sunset and there you fall in love with the sky. You come to the sea to drink into it for there you find the wine of ecstasy...”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“That familiar lane. Shall we walk there again? ...For memories curl in this autumn rain..”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“How autumn carries the scented memories. For everything that comes to an end, the unforgettables remain...”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“There is a reason for everything in life, and there is a season for everything in life, and if you are lucky to combine both simultaneously, then something magical happens.”
― Kenan Hudaverdi, Emotional Rhapsody

“In your season, God’s blessings will overflow like a river.”
― Carlos Wallace, Why Sell Lies When The Truth Is Free

“Harvesting the season.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Regardless of how you feel, do not oversleep. Keep working on your dreams. There will be a season of winning.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, Exploring the Explosive Power of Big Dreams

“As agony unfolds into ecstasy, the soul unfurls through the melancholic autumn, the bare winter, finally opening into the youthful spring.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The moon carves its light in the skin of night. And so, the moon blossoms in the sky, for a sculpture it makes of tender light.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Breathing fresh air is so last season these days.”
― Dipti Dhakul, Quote: +/-