Season Quotes

“People will walk in and walk out of your life, but the one whose footstep made a long lasting impression is the one you should never allow to walk out.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.”
― Helen Bevington, When Found, Make a Verse of

“Do you think me horselike, my lord?"
Realizing the threat to his personage, Blackmoor wiped the smile from his face and replied, "Not at all. I said I think you charming."
"A fine start."
"And I appreciate your exuberance." His eyes glitered with barely contained laughter.
"Like that of a child." Hers sparkled with irritation.
"And, of course, you are entertaining."
"Excellent. Like the aforementioned child's toy."
He couldn't hide a chuckle. "Not at all. You are a far better companion than any of the toys I had as a child."
"Oh, I am most flattered."
"You should be. I had some tremendous toys.”
― Sarah MacLean, The Season

“October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or shutting a book, did not end the tale.
Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists

“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, To Kill a Mockingbird

“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, Bright Young Things

“Ah, Lovely October, as you usher in the season that awakens my soul, your awesome beauty compels my spirit to soar like an leaf caught in an autumn breeze and my heart to sing like a heavenly choir.”
― Peggy Toney Horton

“Nothing comes as an accomplishment instantly. Success does not come overnight. Patience is the key! Grow up and be the tree; but remember it takes dry and wet seasons to become a fruit bearer, achiever and impact maker!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

“Wherever you may go; Life is a beautiful thing. Life is like a passing season. It comes and go. Whatever may come, it's better to enjoy the changing seasons.”
― Happy Positivity

“Winter teetered on the verge of succumbing to the returning sun, but today the breeze still preferred the touch of snowflakes”
― Rue, An Average Curse

“Tonight I can smell the season the way it's usually only possible to at the very first moments of its return, before you're used to it, when you've forgotten its smell, then there it is back in the air and the flow of things shifting and resettling again.”
― Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories

“Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter”
― Munia Khan

“The Steadfast Love of the Lord is not Seasonal; His Mercies do not have winter or summer days... They are new every now and then.”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.”
― Munia Khan

“It is always in season for old men to learn.”
― Aeschylus 525456 BC

“Autumn is the season when cathedrals of memories are built. They become palaces of light, amid the falling leaves.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“There is no season and no reason for love. Love is not seasonal its perennial.”
― Dr. Amit Abraham

“The frontier isn’t always a place. Sometimes it’s a season of your life. The space between who you were and who you might still become.”
― Dustin Lee

“Leadership is not a fad that goes out of fashion next season. And neither do challenges.”
― Kouzes/Posner, Leadership Challenge 4th E

“Autumn carries the scent of something sad, yet something beautiful. Endings unfold as new beginnings, and that's how stories go on.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You need essential knowledge and skills to handle each opportunity that arises. Continue to upgrade yourself and grow in this season.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, Beyond the Closed Door: Unique Keys to Unlock Destinies

“Autumn is a love affair with the earth, where every leaf is a love letter.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The soil of the soul is never dry. It is a place of eternal beauty, of eternal spring.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“When the world slows down in its song of melancholy, I know, it's October, gently coming.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Autumn wears the gown of gold. The sadness becomes the burning flames, the longing to live, one last time. Behind the wheels of life, it is God, the painter, who awakens colors in farewell moments, as if the lamp of light is burning before it dies.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Writing has taught me that the frontier isn’t always a place. Sometimes it’s a season of your life. The space between who you were and who you might still become.”
― Dustin Lee

“Filled with Autumn

I am the river-born soul of rippling water,
when the sky breaks down in torrents,
I am the color-bathed soul of feasty meadows.
With baskets of gold in autumn fields.

The spark, the fire, the seed of life,
Let the earthly desires burn and burn.
The sun rises, and the sky is painted with gold.

The earth, drowned in colors,
The sun drowns, and the forest wears
a face of red and russet
The drowning sun brings dusky dreams.
On the fields, I walk to capture autumn's fragrance.
October has brought colorful dreams.
The fall footsteps have enlivened the earth,
The blank pages of my book fill up
with poems of light,
For colors break through the cloudy skies.

Summer left, and I drowned in silence
at its hushed goodbye.
But in the forest, I heard the footsteps of autumn,
Suddenly, verses float, for the quiet evenings
now feast in colors,
The cinnamon smell fills the home,
and the scent of nutmeg wafts in the air.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The cherry blossoms feast, their gentle fall, they are all a whisper in the passing breeze. Though seasons take turns, and new blooms arrive, this very moment, you shall never seize. So, see the light within a moment, for the path we tread will never appear again. Let this life not pass you by.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Sometimes, that's how flowers die before even they are born. Not because they didn't want to bloom. But because no one noticed the buds struggling in winter chills, desperate to warm themselves from inside, for they live unnoticed by the world outside. Sometimes, death comes as a quiet thunder, exploding in the still alive.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“When the valley season comes, remember the mountains you once climbed and the wisdom you learnt from that.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, Coming to Grips with the Mountains and Valleys of This World