#seas

That's the world out there, little green apples and infectious disease. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#good-and-evil #humanity #infectious-diseases #summary #ugliness

I became intrigued with colour theory. The absurd pronouncements of the Colour Institute, a group that decides what colours are hot each year or season, amused me. ↗

— John Barton

#amused #became #colour #colours #decides

Declining overseas admissions costs us not only much needed revenues for colleges and universities, but much more importantly, we lose the best opportunity we have to introduce foreign students to all that America has to offer the world. ↗

— Richard Lugar

#best #colleges #costs #declining #foreign

Before the start of the 2000 season, 'C.S.I.' wasn't supposed to be the hit. We all thought it would be 'The Fugitive.' ↗

— Leslie Moonves

#fugitive #hit #i #season #start

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods. ↗

— Henry Beston

#fall #seasons #change

We don't take orders from you, Sergeant." Quain said. "Your man tried to assassinate-" "He isn't mine. My man has eyes that change color with the seasons. ↗

— Maria V. Snyder

#avry #color #eyes #kerrick #seasons

It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer. Everything fades: the shimmer of gold over White Cove; the laughter in the night air; the lavender early morning light on the faces of skyscrapers, which had suddenly become so heroically tall. Every dawn seemed to promise fresh miracles, among other joys that are in short supply these days. And so I will try to tell you, while I still remember, how it was then, before everything changed-that final season of the era that roared. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#memories #season #summer #change

The long sadness of winter was finally in retreat. ↗

— Kimberly Cuttler

#seasons #change

How lucky country children are in these natural delights that lie ready to their hand! Every season and every plant offers changing joys. As they meander along the lane that leads to our school all kinds of natural toys present themselves for their diversion. The seedpods of stitchwort hang ready for delightful popping between thumb and finger, and later the bladder campion offers a larger, if less crisp, globe to burst. In the autumn, acorns, beechnuts, and conkers bedizen their path, with all their manifold possibilities of fun. In the summer, there is an assortment of honeys to be sucked from bindweed flowers, held fragile and fragrant to hungry lips, and the tiny funnels of honeysuckle and clover blossoms to taste. ↗

— Miss Read

#children #country #countryside #nature #plants

Imagine that you are dying. If you had a terminal disease would you ­finish this book? Why not? The thing that annoys this 10-weeks-to-live self is the thing that is wrong with the book. So change it. Stop arguing with yourself. Change it. See? Easy. And no one had to die. ↗

— Anne Enright

#disease #inspiration #writing #change