#seasons

The seasons come up undisturbed by crime and war. ↗

— George A. Smith

#crime #seasons #undisturbed #up #war

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

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

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

Summertime is always the best of what might be. ↗

— Charles Bowden

#juarez #mexico #seasons #summer #death

The bell tolling not for us, it’s time for bluebells. ↗

— Lara Biyuts

#flowers #life-and-death #seasons #death