Fall And Winter Quotes

There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.

Gardening imparts an organic perspective on the passage of time.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing and mojito in your hand.

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

Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.

Los Angeles has no seasons, so it’s kind of hard to keep track of time here. The lines between spring, summer, fall, and winter all blur like my vision. I get stuck on repeat for different measures of eternity.

Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.

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.

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

Once something has outlived its usefulness in one area of life, its purpose for being in existence is no longer the same. The leaf that captures a stream of sunlight, and then transfers its energy to the tree, serves one purpose in the spring and summer, and another completely different one through the fall and winter.

Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.

Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.

Once more the liberal year laughs out O’er richer stores than gems or gold: Once more with harvest song and shout Is nature’s boldest triumph told.

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn’t show.