Buried Quote by William Shakespeare

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York; And all the clouds that lowered upon our house…

— William Shakespeare

“The winter drew on — a season as different from the summer in those northern latitudes, as if it belonged to another solar system.…

— George MacDonald

“The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself. When the smoky clouds…

— Willa Cather

“It was one of those summers you’re nostalgic for even before it passes. Pale, bled skies. Thunderstorms in the night. Sour-smelling dawns. It brought…

— Kevin Barry

“After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was…

— Willa Cather

Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud; And after summer evermore succeeds Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold: So cares and joys…

— William Shakespeare

I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it as by the genial…

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Now is the winter of our discontent.

— William Shakespeare

“It's spring giving way to summer, balmy air smelling of roses, hot skin meeting the cold shock of the ocean, starry nights as warm…

— Sarah McCarry

I've been a dweller on the plains, have sighed when summer days were gone; No more I'll sigh; for winter here Hath gladsome gardens…

— Dorothy Wordsworth

“How is it the seasons change? Do they change so slowly so creepingly because we so rarely break away from whatever it was that…

— Jenny Boully

“even after all these winters, I see you sitting there, perched at the edge of sunlight, feeling like the invitation of spring”

— Brian Andreas