Changing Seasons Quotes

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it?

Winter isn't forever. Winter is always followed by spring. And it's how to take advantage of whatever season you're in.

To one in sympathy with nature, each season, in its turn, seems the loveliest.

October is the month for painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.

Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.

There is beauty to be found in the changing of the earth’s seasons, and an inner grace in honouring the cycles of life.

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

I like dressing in all seasons. Every season has its own character and charm.

Summer makes a silence after spring.

When she sees the leaves fall, they raise no other idea in her mind than that winter is approaching.

How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold.... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.

Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.

It's the first day of spring. That means this weekend I'll take down my Christmas lights.

The Blossoms and leaves in plenty From the apple tree fall each day; The merry breezes approach them, And with them merrily play.

Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.

Except. What is normal at any given time? We change just as the seasons change, and each spring brings new growth. So nothing is ever quite the same.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

I have come to regard November as the older, harder man's October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It puts my mind in a different place than October. It is a month for a quieter, slightly more subdued celebration of summer's death as winter tightens its grip.

If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.