Top 100 Quotes About Winter Spring
#1. Most volleyball players are made in the winter, spring and summer, for come fall, everyone practices equal time.
John Kessel
#2. Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you gotta do is call, and I'll be there, 'cause you've got a friend.
James Taylor
#3. Winter, spring and summer did not accommodate themselves to one's mood as autumn did. They lacked its gentleness.
Elizabeth Goudge
#4. There are four seasons in a year: Winter, Spring, Summer and Colour!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#5. If eternity had a season, it would be midsummer. Autumn, winter, spring are all change and passage, but at the height of summer the year stands poised. It's only a passing moment, but even as it passes the heart knows it cannot change.
Ursula K. Le Guin
#6. Life is filled with rhythms-day and night, hot and cold, summer and winter, spring and fall, cloudy and clear. Likewise in a relationship, men and women have their own rhythms and cycles.
John Gray
#7. But I understood, now, that we don't live only for ourselves. We're connected by millions of shared experiences and dreams and nightmares, all tied together with compassion.
I learned that even when we're going through our darkest winter, spring is waiting to appear.
Laura Anderson Kurk
#8. Every little or big problem has a reason,
Every year there is a winter season,
Every trouble goes away with time,
After winter spring comes with rhyme.
Debasish Mridha
#10. Though the body is its
genesis, a poem is the vision of a process
Out of ceaseless motion in edgeless space
Carved in space, vision your poor eye's single
armor against winter spring summer fall
Frank Bidart
#11. Winter, spring, and summer, passed away during my labours; but I did not watch the blossoms or the expanding leaves - sights which before always yielded me supreme delight, so deeply was I engrossed in my occupation.
Gris Grimly
#12. Every morning, just like in Alabama, I got up with the sun, ate my breakfast even before my mother and sisters and brothers, and went to school, winter, spring, and fall alike to run and jump and bend my body this way and that for Mr. Charles Riley.
Jesse Owens
#13. Withstanding the cold develops vigor for the relaxing days of spring and summer. Besides, in this matter as in many others, it is evident that nature abhors a quitter.
Arthur C. Crandall
#14. If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
[Meditations Divine and Moral]
Anne Bradstreet
#15. Come, fill the Cup, in the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing
Omar Khayyam
#16. You're my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.
Maggie Stiefvater
#17. 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.
Phar West Nagle
#18. Good books are to the young mind what the warming sun and the refreshing rain of spring are to the seeds which have lain dormant in the frosts of winter. They are more, for they may save from that which is worse than death, as well as bless with that which is better than life.
Horace Mann
#19. Winter is already a lost shape, forgotten
in the ground. Instead, here is Spring
with all the grace of a woman
smoothing out her apron.
Cecilia Llompart
#20. June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.
Truman Capote
#21. Love comforeth like sunshine after rain,
But Lust's effect is tempest after sun.
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain;
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.
William Shakespeare
#22. My closet is pretty organized, I'm proud to say. It's set up by type of clothes and then by color. And then, of course, there's the rotating from spring/summer to fall/winter.
Behati Prinsloo
#23. Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you.
E.P. Roe
#24. The day is an epitome of the year. The night is the winter, the morning and evening are the spring and fall, and the noon is the summer.
Henry David Thoreau
#25. Green is the soul of Spring. Summer may be dappled with yellow, Autumn with orange and Winter with white but Spring is drenched with the colour green.
Paul F. Kortepeter
#26. The first peaches of spring - the first peaches! Buy, eat, purge your bowels of the poisons of winter!
Pearl S. Buck
#27. The seasons split at the seams: spring, summer, fall and winter. I've always pictured them as giant sacks filled with air and color and smell. When it's time for one season to be over, the next seasons splits open and pours over the world, drowning its tired and waning predecessor with its strength.
Tarryn Fisher
#28. I start from experience and read ... always between polarities - loud and not-loud, young and old, spring and winter. If I can make black and white behave together instead of shooting at each other only, I feel proud.
Josef Albers
#29. For in spite of the snapdragons and the duty millers and the cherry blossoms, it was always winter.
Janet Frame
#30. Winter
The season between autumn and spring, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere
the coldest months of the year:
December, January and February.
A period of inactivity or decay.
Cecelia Ahern
#31. The leaves of the tree were yellow, as though they have absorbed all the spring sunshine and were saving it for winter.
Sarah Blakley-Cartwright
#32. Fate. As a child, that word was often my only companion. It whispered to me from dark corners during lonely nights. It was the song of the birds in spring and the call of the wind through bare branches on a cold winter afternoon. Fate. Both my anguish and my solace. My escort and my cage.
Leslye Walton
#33. In this part of California, there is no fall or spring. Summer drops right into winter, into summer, back and forth. Our idea of autumn is October, where the leaves rapidly go from green to gold to on-the-ground, and it's suddenly freezing.
Kelley York
#35. Looking at her was like stepping into a patch of spring sunlight after the harshest winter.
Kate Evangelista
#36. Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last-far off-at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
#37. There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.
William Browne
#38. There ain't no time to be wasted, the world is going under ...
Nowadays, can't tell Fall from Spring, and Winter from Summer.
Big K.R.I.T.
#39. In the summer, it's short greens and tall greens and sometimes a smudge of other colors. In winter, it's squinty white,and sometimes deep when it looks flat. In early spring and late fall, the town gets brown and black, like an old photograph.
Blue Balliett
#40. Spring is the usual period for house-cleaning and removing the dust and dirt which, notwithstanding all precautions, will accumulate during the winter months from dust, smoke, gas, etc.
Isabella Beeton
#41. We cannot stop the winter or the summer from coming. We cannot stop the spring or the fall or make them other than they are. They are gifts from the universe that we cannot refuse. But we can choose what we will contribute to life when each arrives.
Gary Zukav
#42. Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves in Autumn and become naked in Winter without fearing blame.
Khalil Gibran
#43. I have heard it said that winter, too, will pass, that spring is a sign that summer is due at last. See, all we have to do is hang on.
Maya Angelou
#44. Let us say goodbye to winter to welcome the beauty of spring.
Debasish Mridha
#46. Buds in the snow
- the deadly fight
between two birds
Jack Kerouac
#47. A tree can be tempted out of its winter dormancy by a few hours of southerly sun - the readiness to believe in spring is stronger than sleep or sanity.
Amy Leach
#48. I feel like a weed in the midst of Winter. 'Tis the sunshine of your smile that will bring back the Spring of my days. We arrive in four days. I hope you will grace me again with your presence. Yours, Morgan (Morgan's letter)
Kinley MacGregor
#49. The promise of spring's arrival is enough to get anyone through the bitter winter!
Jen Selinsky
#50. Perhaps, as with advancing age, the physical life becomes less important and yet, paradoxically, more precious, this green revolution against the temporary death of winter is a reminder that the earth, like our own lives, is a gift.
Willem Lange
#51. Oh, aren't you glad it is spring? The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring." The
L.M. Montgomery
#52. You are spiky spring
Humming Summer, wings that
beat
Back ghosts of winter.
Laura Ruby
#53. Do not wish an everlasting spring! Without tasting the winter, you cannot get pleasure out of the spring!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#54. In harsh winter, remember the spring; this will give you hope and hope is power!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#56. Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
Omar Khayyam
#57. Because the birdsong might be pretty,
But it's not for you they sing,
And if you think my winter is too cold,
You don't deserve my spring.
Erin Hanson
#58. O, Winter! Put away thy snowy pride;
O, Spring! Neglect the cowslip and the bell;
O, Summer! Throw thy pears and plums aside;
O, Autumn! Bid the grape with poison swell.
Thomas Chatterton
#59. It was the very bleakness of winter that made spring possible.
Kristin Hannah
#60. Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
Stanley H. Horowitz
#61. Without the death of winter, there is no rebirth of spring.
Laura Kaye
#63. But enough of the drama.
Winter has turned to spring.
And I am feeling good.
Keshni Kashyap
#64. In the spring or warmer weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and the snow reveals in palimpsest old buried wanderings, struggles, scenes of death. Tales of winter brought to light again like time turned back upon itself.
Cormac McCarthy
#65. Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,
So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion so swift, we know not that we move.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#66. In my dream, spring came after summer, came after fall, came after winter, came after spring.
Jonathan Safran Foer
#67. Generations of men are like the leaves.
In winter, winds blow them down to earth,
but then, when spring season comes again,
the budding wood grows more. And so with men:
one generation grows, another dies away.
Homer
#68. Friendship that flows from the heart cannot be frozen by adversity, as the water that flows from the spring cannogt congeal in winter.
James F. Cooper
#69. It is deep winter with shivering cold air, but my heart is dancing with joy and spring flowers.
Debasish Mridha
#70. The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade, The Autumn droop in Winter, the birds forsake the shade; The winds be lull'd - the Sun and Moon forget their old decree, But we in Nature's latest hour, O Lord! will cling to Thee.
Reginald Heber
#71. The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
Jack London
#72. Beautiful winter means beautiful spring! When you look at a great winter scenery, see the flowers, see the bees, see the butterflies, they are all there!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#74. From dawn to dusk, winter to spring, summer & autumn; the contrasts of nature refresh the mind & renew our sense of balance
Phil Harding
#75. In the northern hemisphere, always dressing according to the season: bare arms in spring (however cold it is) and woolen jacket in winter (however hot it is).
Paulo Coelho
#76. By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.
Not that year.
Winter hung in there, like an invalid refusing to die. Day after grey day the ice stayed hard; the world remained unfriendly and cold.
Neil Gaiman
#77. Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.
Charles Dickens
#78. Their lips met with a tenderness Kate had not dreamed possible. The weeks of heart-break and uncertainty, the pain of wasted days, and the despair of unfulfilled dreams released her like winter surrenders its ruthless grip on the frozen earth in early spring. Did every kiss hold such promise?
Jennifer Beckstrand
#79. Growing up in the English countryside seemed an interminable process. Freezing winter gave way to frosty spring, which in turn merged into chilly summer-but nothing ever, ever happened.
Jessica Mitford
#80. Los Angeles has no seasons, so it's kind of hard to keep track of time here. The lines between spring, summer, fall, and winter all blur like my vision. I get stuck on repeat for different measures of eternity.
Kris Kidd
#82. If Springtime crawls out of the
wild mouths of flowers, then
surely, Winter crawls out of mine.
Cecilia Llompart
#83. And I knew only what all men know, that the cycle of winter and spring and all growing things has within itself some sublime truth that restores without myth or language.
Anne Rice
#84. Winter's done, and April's in the skies,
Earth, look up with laughter in your eyes!
Charles G.D. Roberts
#85. SPRING COMES INTO Massachusetts with her famous flame. God's breath warming the winter out of things
Sebastian Barry
#86. There are no secrets, there is no mystery. We make that all up. In fact, it's all right there in front of us. You have to have enough food to get through winter and spring. That's what it all comes down to. You have to live in a way that will gather enough food each fall to get through winter.
Kim Stanley Robinson
#87. Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
T. S. Eliot
#88. Blackberry winter, the time when the hoarforst lies on the blackberry blossoms; without this frost the berries will not set. It is the forerunner of a rich harvest.
Margaret Mead
#89. When the hounds of Spring are on winter's traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
Fills the shadows and windy places
With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
#90. Winter passed, spring arrived, hope faded.
I.J. Sarfeh
#91. Consider that children grow more quickly in spring and summer than in fall and winter, and that this is apparently due to sunlight signals that enter through the eyeballs, since the growth of totally blind children consists of similar fluctuations but are not synchronized with the seasons.
David Epstein
#92. 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.
Yoko Ono
#93. Groundhog found fog. New snows and blue toes. Fine and dandy for Valentine candy. Snow spittin'; if you're not mitten-smitten, you'll be frostbitten! By jing-y feels spring-y.
Old Farmer's Almanac
#94. Of course I'll hurt you. Of course you'll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
Antoine De Saint-Exupery
#95. Mars is much closer to the characteristics of Earth. It has a fall, winter, summer and spring. North Pole, South Pole, mountains and lots of ice. No one is going to live on Venus; no one is going to live on Jupiter.
Buzz Aldrin
#96. Spring is childhood, summer is youth, autumn is maturity, and winter is weariness and waiting. But with spring youth returns, no matter how old we are.
Toni Sorenson
#97. A Winterian wielding an Autumnian weapon, using Cordellan allegiance to bring Spring crumbling down.
Sara Raasch
#98. So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#99. All through that winter and into the spring, when our Tuesday and Thursday-night dinner shifts were done, Matt and I would sit at the long table near the salad bar and plan his end-of-the-year party, our voices echoing importantly in the cavernous wood-panelled dining hall.
Tom Perrotta
#100. It was one of those winter days that suddenly dream of spring, when the sky is blue and soft and clear, and the wind has dropped its voice and whispers instead of screaming, and the sun is out and the trees look surprised, and over everything there is the faintest, palest tint of green.
Shirley Jackson
