Best Seasons Quotes to Inspire, Uplift & Motivate You Every Day

“There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing ... The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.”

“We say that flowers return every spring, but that is a lie. It is true that the world is renewed. It is also true that that renewal comes at a price, for even if the flower grows from an ancient vine, the flowers of spring are themselves new to the world, untried and untested.”

“Summertime is always the best of what might be.”

“Writing has taught me that the frontier isn’t always a place. Sometimes it’s a season of your life. The space between who you were and who you might still become.”

“The frontier isn’t always a place. Sometimes it’s a season of your life. The space between who you were and who you might still become.”

“Not forever does the bulbul sing”

“If Springtime crawls out of the”

“Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.”

“WINTER'S GHOST:”

“TO what purpose, April, do you return again?”

“...and so many colors”

“The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.”

“April is the cruelest month, breeding”

“Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.”

“If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.”

“The April Maiden by Stewart Stafford”

“I was transformed the day”