To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I try to see each new season as a new challenge because I have a new team to work with, new opponents… — Mike Krzyzewski Copy Share Image
“In the checkered area of human experience the seasons are all mingled as in the golden age: fruit and blossom hang together;… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Baseball is continuity. Pitch to pitch. Inning to inning. Season to season. — Ernie Harwell Copy Share Image
I glanced out the window at the signs of spring. The sky was almost blue, the trees were almost budding, the sun… — Millard Kaufman Copy Share Image
Poets and songwriters speak highly of spring as one of the great joys of life in the temperate zone, but in the… — Barbara Holland Copy Share Image
The breeze and the dew make tranquil the clear dawn; Behind the curtain there is one who alone is up betimes. The… — Li Shangyin Copy Share Image
“To every thing there is a season and a time to every purpose under Heaven.” — Ecclesiastes 3:1 Copy Share Image
The spring, summer, is quite a hectic time for people in their lives, but then it comes to autumn, and to winter,… — Enya Copy Share Image
No atomic physicist has to worry, people will always want to kill other people on a mass scale. Sure, he's got the… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
During the off-season, I focus on staying active but also giving my body a break. I like mixing things up - doing… — Aryna Sabalenka Copy Share Image
Life is the blossoming of flowers in the spring, the ripening of fruit in the fall, the rhythm of the earth and… — Daisaku Ikeda Copy Share Image
There's so much spring in the air- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
In the northern hemisphere, always dressing according to the season: bare arms in spring (however cold it is) and woolen jacket in… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“Summer's heat had never really arrived, nor the cold in it's turn, and everything living now seemed to yearn for sun with… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“In the spring I'd shit with the door open, watching the blackbirds” — William H. Gass Copy Share Image
