#seasons

We look up to see if it is day or night. If stars burn cool and moon does shine, we take to smoke divine and wine. If breath of sun does belch its heat, we boil coffee and prepare to eat. ↗

— Roman Payne

#coffee #day #drinking #eat #food

When you try on something, you have to ask yourself, 'How many ways could I wear this? Could I wear it to work? To dinner or drinks? Will it span the seasons' If you have to think too hard about those questions, then skip it. ↗

— Michael Kors

#ask #could #dinner #drinks #hard

We have to get better at that. All of the Stanley Cup winning teams throughout the past few seasons, when they needed to play defense, they did it. If you can play defense, that's when you know it's game over. ↗

— Steve Yzerman

#cup #defense #did #few #game

When spring knocks at your door, regardless of the time of year or season of our lives, run, do not walk to that door, throw it open with wild abandon, and say, "Yes! Yes, come in! Do me, and do me big! ↗

— Jeffrey R. Anderson

#ecstatic #nature #seasons-of-life #spring #wild-abandon

There are times when a man should sleep entwined in the warm flesh of a woman, his flanks plummeting into the perfumed bedding while she lovingly rolls her sweet shoulders into his chest. Whereas, there are times to be stoic and solitary—sleeping alone on a wooden board with twill sheets and splinters that scratch the skin. ↗

— Roman Payne

#roman #seasons #sex #solitude #stoic

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

— Balthasar Gracian

#things #art

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

AUTUMNAL Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees, That hardly sway before a breeze As soft as summer: summer's loss Seems little, dear! on days like these. Let misty autumn be our part! The twilight of the year is sweet: Where shadow and the darkness meet Our love, a twilight of the heart Eludes a little time's deceit. Are we not better and at home In dreamful Autumn, we who deem No harvest joy is worth a dream? A little while and night shall come, A little while, then, let us dream. Beyond the pearled horizons lie Winter and night: awaiting these We garner this poor hour of ease, Until love turn from us and die Beneath the drear November trees. ↗

— Ernest Dowson

#fall #november #october #seasons #dreams

Drinking when we are not thirsty and making love at all seasons, madam: that is all there is to distinguish us from other animals. ↗

— Pierre Beaumarchais

#drinking #love #madam #making #other