John Bunyan Quotes

Denmark's fall and winter were really cold and long, actually, but my job often takes me to paradise, so I can't complain.

It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

There's something I love about how stark the contrast is between January and June in Sweden.

Alas, summer sun can't last forever. The days will grow cooler and shorter, and our skin will once again pale.

If there's a 'Cruel Summer' then there's got to be a 'Cruel Winter,' right? That's all I'm saying.

What, I sometimes wonder, would it be like if I lived in a country where winter is a matter of a few chilly days and a few weeks' rain; where the sun is never far away, and the flowers bloom all year long?

There's something I love about how stark the contrast is between January and June in Sweden. In a way, I feel that time doesn't exist in LA. Sometimes I don't know if it's February or April or October, because you're always sitting outside on the same patio, and it's 70 degrees.

The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.

Land is the productivity of our country.

Surely there is no place in the World where the Inhabitants live with less Labour than in North Carolina. It approaches nearer to the Description of Lubberland than any other, by the great felicity of the Climate, the easiness of raising Provisions, and the Slothfulness of the People.

Early spring is the time for vigorous change, a preparation for the heat-driven oppression that is to come.

I really missed the East Coast. I love living in Hawaii, but I miss the changing of seasons.

My ad-hoc empirical formula is that wherever you grow a lot of rice, there is a lot of art developing as well. My theory goes on to say that after having a nice meal of rice, one feels lethargic and don't think of work. When you don't think of work, you think of art.

My first year in Miami, I didn't even know it was sunny during the winter.

I was just thinking, if it is really religion with these nudist colonies, they sure must turn atheists in the wintertime.

Winter is the night of vegetation.

Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.

Blackberry winter, the time when the hoarforst lies on the blackberry blossoms; without this frost the berries will not set. It is the forerunner of a rich harvest.

The hard soil and four months of snow make the inhabitants of the northern temperate zone wiser and abler than his fellow who enjoys the fixed smile of the tropics.

And again it snowed, and again the sun came out. In the mornings on the way to the station Franklin counted the new snowmen that had sprung up mysteriously overnight or the old ones that had been stricken with disease and lay cracked apart-a head here, a broken body and three lumps of coal there-and one day he looked up from a piece of snow-colored rice paper and knew he was done. It was as simple as that: you bent over your work night after night, and one day you were done. Snow still lay in dirty streaks on the ground but clusters of yellow-green flowers hung from the sugar maples.

Linus: It was a short summer, Charlie Brown. Charlie Brown: And it looks like it's gonna be a looong winter.

Winter then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that ran unhindered over city and country, alerting the stars to sparkle violently and shower their silver light into the arms of bare upreaching trees. It was a mad and beautiful thing that scoured raw the souls of animals and man, driving them before it until they loved to run. And what it did to Northern forests can hardly be described, considering that it iced the branches of the sycamores on Chrystie Street and swept them back and forth until they rang like ranks of bells.

France has neither winter nor summer nor morals. Apart from these drawbacks it is a fine country.