The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. – Arthur Rubinstein
Summer breeze, light fluffy clouds… Mother Nature has a canvas for every season. – Terri Guillemets
Look to the seasons when choosing your cures. – Hippocrates
The sun shines different ways in winter and summer. We shine different ways in the seasons of our lives. – Terri Guillemets
We humans were clearly highly seasonal beasts until the coming of electric light but traces remain. – Brian Follett
If spring betrays summer, would autumn never arrive? – Terri Guillemets
Perfect winter weather is a great caffeine, while perfect summer weather is the best sedative. – Terri Guillemets
Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June. – Al Bernstein
Here comes February, a little girl with her first valentine, a red bow in her wind-blown hair, a kiss waiting on her lips, a tantrum just back of her laughter. – Hal Borland
March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice. – Hal Borland
Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January. – Hal Borland
The year – Robert Browning
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit – William Cullen Bryant
When chill Novembers surly blast make fields and forest bare. – Robert Burns
Youth is like spring, an over-praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits. – Samuel Butler
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come. – Thomas Carlyle
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. – Willa Cather
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple tree. – Samuel Taylor Coleridge
January, month of empty pockets! Let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producers forehead. – Sidonie Gabrielle Colette
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
