#season

Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise. Summer in its turn soon begins to sweat for something to quench its heat, and the mellowest of autumns will tire of gentility at last, and ache for a quick sharp frost to kill its fruitfulness. Even winter — the hardest season, the most implacable — dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself. ↗

— Clive Barker

#seasons #dreams

My mother could never have said she loved fall, but as she walked down the steps with her suitcase in hand toward the red Monte Carlo her husband had been waiting in for nearly an hour, she could have said that she respected its place as a mediator between two extremes. Fall came and went, while winter was endured and summer was revered. Fall was the repose that made both possible and bearable, and now here she was was with her husband next to her, heading headlong into an early-fall afternoon with only the vaguest ideas of who they were becoming and what came next. ↗

— Dinaw Mengestu

#love

I do not traditionally speak ill of women, but your governess is a cabbagehead ↗

— Sarah MacLean

#humor #sarah-maclean #the-season #humor

Though his health and family had been broken in the process, he'd found his purpose in life — to share the ancient key discovered anew in the garden: if we feed the earth, it will feed us. I see that is the secret, too, to living. Though the earth demands its sacrifices, spring will always return ↗

— Melissa Coleman

#nature-of-things #seasons #death

Rhythms are what create the seasons, and rhythms are special for creating the season called love. This is a season that is always active, so even if you aren't experiencing it, someone else is, always. ↗

— Lionel Suggs

#seasons #love

And in the fall, the cold would wither that which was known, scattering new seed. In the spring, that which had been sleeping awoke and a new season of beauty began. For Life seeks life and builds a bridge across the darkest valley. ↗

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

#marriage #seasons-of-life #love

A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#aloneness #becoming-who-you-re-meant-to-be #being-alone #being-single #butterfly

Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill. ↗

— Harper Lee

#inspirational #landscape #mockingbird #scout #season

Childhood is a short season. ↗

— Helen Hayes

#season #short

Stage work, that's all I have in my background. Wasteland was my first TV experience. Dawson's was my first long-term, I mean the entire season of 22 episodes. ↗

— Sasha Alexander

#dawson #entire #episodes #experience #first