Air Quote by William Shakespeare

The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.

— William Shakespeare

The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous…

— William Shakespeare

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house…

— William Shakespeare

“A Robin said: The Spring will never come, And I shall never care to build again. A Rosebush said: These frosts are wearisome, My…

— Christina Rossetti

O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured…

— Helen Hunt Jackson

Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

— Victor Hugo

There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead…

— Charles Dickens

Turning to the crimson pavilion, beneath the filters of its carved lattices, illumination baffles sleep. Why does the moon bear grudge as it fills…

— Anonymous

“And in the fall, the cold would wither that which was known, scattering new seed. In the spring, that which had been sleeping awoke…

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

The earth with yellow pearsAnd overgrown with roses wildUpon the pond is bent,And swans divine,With kisses drunkYou drop your headsIn the sublimely sobering water.But…

— Friedrich Holderlin

“The place between actual seasons is filled with tiny roses in transition. There are murders and amputations in the garden. There are choirs on…

— Kate Braverman

“Some changes occur suddenly like a brilliant flash of lightning striking across a dark sky. These changes are stunning, exciting but can be quickly…

— Suzi Davis