Season Change Quotes

Autumn arrives in the early morning.

Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.

When snow melts, what does it become?' It becomes water, of course' Wrong! It becomes spring!

I wanted to train more for the outdoor season than the indoor season, so I changed my training totally.

The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves.

Autumn's the mellow time.

Don't you like when the winter's gone, And all of a sudden it starts gettin' warm? The trees and the grass start lookin' fresh, And the sun and sky be lookin' their best.

A month before the season I stop putting ketchup on my french fries.

For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

I may like L.A., but I want to know when the seasons are.

Every season, players come in and players go, but I think it is good news if top players come in.

Merely having seen the season change in a country gave one the sense of having been there for a long time.

I came back out here from England and I was there for a while and it was beautiful and it is just great to see London going from Spring to Summer and Autumn.

Nobody likes to see a coaching change during the season.

Many men walk by day; few walk by night. It is a different season.

Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.

There is always in February some one day, at least, when one smells the yet distant, but surely coming, summer.

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

Anytime a guy gets traded at midseason - a young player - it's surprising.

Before the bud swells, before the grass springs, before the plough is started, comes the sugar harvest. It is sequel of the bitter frost; a sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter.

Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years!