Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when the abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have never been much of a patriot. My father would not have allowed such a thing while he lived, and his… — David Benioff Copy Share Image
“At noontime in midsummer, when the sun is at its highest and everything is in a state of embroiled repose, flashes may… — Johannes V. Jensen Copy Share Image
“Fall" Fall, falling, fallen. That’s the way the season Changes its tense in the long-haired maples That dot the road; the veiny… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
'Ever seen a leaf - a leaf from a tree?' 'Yes.' I saw one recently - a yellow one, a little green,… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
I can remember a game, we were down with about 5 to 10 points, I go off about 25 points, we come… — Michael Jordan Copy Share Image
Some of the events in the Olympics don't make sense to me. I don't understand the connection to any reality... Like in… — Jerry Seinfeld Copy Share Image
“It is winter now, and the roses are blooming again, their petals bright against the snow. My father died last April; my… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
It was one of those winter days that suddenly dream of spring, when the sky is blue and soft and clear, and… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
This, at last, was where things were as they ought to be. Everything was in its place -- the tree, the earth… — Jean Liedloff Copy Share Image
Love is . . .” An old memory with Adrian came back to me, and some of the turbulent emotion I always… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
My kind of loyalty was loyalty to one's country, not to its institutions or its officeholders. The country is the real thing,… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
All life requires a rhythm of rest. . . There is a rhythm in the way day dissolves into night, and night… — Wayne Muller Copy Share Image
Do I feel any pressure as the most decorated Winter Olympian in American history? None at all. The only pressures that I… — Apolo Ohno Copy Share Image
When I was in Afghanistan in 2007, I went from village to village where refugees had returned, and they were living out… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“The Spring can be more painful than any other time of the year. Summer is lazy and indifferent. Autumn is demanding and… — Lynne Reid Banks Copy Share Image
There were events that stuck in my mind. One, for example, was the case of the missing palace seal at the beginning… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
What a contrast between the stern and desolate poetry of Ossian, and that of Chaucer, and even of Shakespeare and Milton, much… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I know the look of an apple that is roasting and sizzling on the hearth on a winter's evening, and I know… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
WE DASH THE BLACK RIVER, ITS flats smooth as stone. Not a ship, not a dinghy, not one cry of white. The… — James Salter Copy Share Image
I'll never look at you in any way but complete admiration.” He stroked her hair soothingly. “You will never be a millstone… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
Amber, you could never embarrass me." "Never?" she asked. "Never." "One time, I yelled across the store to Mom and asked her… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“Twelve years ago I left Boston and New York, and moved east and west at the same time. East, to a little… — Terri Windling Copy Share Image
“While the train flashed through never-ending miles of ripe wheat, by country towns and bright-flowered pastures and oak groves wilting in the… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“I remember being unusually pensive that May evening, perhaps it was the heat of Spring's first warm day which, encountering my thick… — Neal Cassady Copy Share Image
I love collard greens and sweet potatoes. But like, traveling, I'm always just looking for that thing where you feel like there's… — Neneh Cherry Copy Share Image
Physically, we get older and then we die. Yet spiritually, whether we go backward or forward is a matter not of the… — Marianne Williamson Copy Share Image
I started teaching yoga in 1974 in Colorado, I was living in Winter Park, and I started teaching skiers. At that point… — Beryl Bender Birch Copy Share Image
“Seasons of the heart. To get through what I must I'm often encased in ice and for months he chips away until… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“One sort of optional thing you might do is to realize there are six seasons instead of four. The poetry of four… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
Buddhism holds that everything is in constant flux. Thus the question is whether we are to accept change passively and be swept… — Daisaku Ikeda Copy Share Image
At Last It's a perfect winter day. No wind. No Arctic freeze. Cloudless azure sky. A day to fly. Snow drapes the… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it… — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
We knew the pain of winter rushing up your skirt, and the ache of keeping your knees together in class, and how… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
In winter, the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
“Ah for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde, All… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“In January in Northern Russia, everything vanishes beneath a deep blanket of whiteness. Rivers, fields, trees, roads, and houses disappear, and the… — Robert K. Massie Copy Share Image
“Christmas Hyacinths The air grows cleaner with each sight Of words - silver and clear - Without heaviness and sighs. Winter closes in on… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
Spring stands for when I met you, and you started to bloom like the trees in my garden. Summer stands for when… — Oksana Serdyuk Copy Share Image
