Winter
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of
winter to give it sweetness.
– John Steinbeck, "Travels with Charley: In Search of America"
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth,
for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time
for home.
– Edith Sitwell, "I Live Under a Black Sun"
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake,
the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full
of it.
– John Burroughs, "Winter Sunshine"
Spring
Listen, can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata. The strains
of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The
tender timpani of a baby robin's heart. Spring.
– Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, "Northern Exposure"
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king.
– Thomas Nashe, "Summer's Last Will and Testament"
Come with me into the woods. Where spring is advancing, as
it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the
forever gifts, and certainly visible.
– Mary Oliver, "Bazougey"
Summer
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves
growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar
conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby"
Summer afternoon — summer afternoon; to me those have always
been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
– Henry James, "An International Episode"
I love how summer just wraps its arms around you like a warm
blanket.
– Kelle Elmore, "Magic in the Backyard"
Fall
As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and
colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.
– Vincent Van Gogh, letter to Theo van Gogh
– Albert Camus, "The Misunderstanding" ("Le Malentendu
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