#season

All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim. ↗

— Barry Cornwall

#dim #every #friends #room #round

What we've seen this season is that if something that will enhance performance is available, some players will indulge... unless the penalty is an absolute deterrent. ↗

— Michael Wilbon

#available #deterrent #enhance #indulge #penalty

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

#autumn #fall #life #seasons #spring

When you’re young you prefer the vulgar months, the fullness of the seasons. As you grow older you learn to like the in-between times, the months that can’t make up their minds. Perhaps it’s a way of admitting that things can’t ever bear the same certainty again. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#seasons #age

Things have their time, even eminence bows to timeliness. ↗

— Balthasar Gracian

#things #art

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

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