Winter To Spring Quotes

In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature.

The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for nature to follow. Now we just set the clocks an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase.

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

No one can look at a pine tree in winter without knowing that spring will come again in due time.

In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.

Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.

Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.

Seasons may change winter to spring, but I love you until the end of time Come what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying day Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace Suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste, it all revolves around you. And there’s no mountain too high no river too wide Sing out this song and I’ll be there by your side Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide But I love you until the end of time

Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.

Today While the blossoms still cling to the vine I'll taste your strawberries I'll drink your sweet wine A million tomorrows shall all pass away Here I forget all the joy that is mine. Today I'll be a dandy and I'll be a rover You know who I am by the songs that I sing I'll feast at your table I'll sleep in your clover Who cares what tomorrow shall bring I can't be contented with yesterday's glory I can't live on promises winter to spring Today is my moment and now is my story I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing

There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

When you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come

Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time.

Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

From dawn to dusk, winter to spring, summer & autumn; the contrasts of nature refresh the mind & renew our sense of balance

Autumn arrives in the early morning.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.

Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.

Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.

For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

She turned to the sunlight     And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor:     "Winter is dead.

There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.

Spring is God's way of saying, 'One more time!'

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.

All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

Indoors or out, no one relaxes In March, that month of wind and taxes, The wind will presently disappear, The taxes last us all the year.

Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'

Well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

I stare out the window and wait for spring.

People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.

If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

I was a sports nut. I stayed after school probably three hours every day - from fall, to winter, to spring. I went from football to basketball to track and it started all over again. I loved all of it. I just loved being an athlete and all that it entailed. It really accounts for who I am.