If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
—Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822) English Poet, Dramatist, Essayist, Novelist
True silence is the rest of the mind, and is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment. It is a great virtue: it covers folly, keeps secrets, avoids disputes, and prevents sin.
—William Penn (1644–1718) American Entrepreneur, Philosopher, Political Leader
Indoors or out, no one relaxes
In March, that month of wind and taxes,
The wind will presently disappear,
The taxes last us all year.
—Ogden Nash (1902–71) American Writer of Sophisticated Light Verse
June reared the bunch of flowers you carry from seeds of April’s sowing.
—Robert Browning (1812–89) English Poet
In the marvellous month of May
when all the buds were bursting,
then in my heart did
love arise.
In the marvellous month of May
when all the birds were singing,
then did I reveal to her
my yearning and longing.
—Heinrich Heine (1797–1856) German Poet, Writer
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
—Elizabeth Bowen (1899–1973) Irish Novelist, Short-story Writer
The year’s at the spring
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn:
God’s in his heaven—
All’s right with the world!
—Robert Browning (1812–89) English Poet
O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October’s bright blue weather.
—Helen Hunt Jackson (1830–85) American Novelist, Civil Rights Activist
Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men.
—Chinese Proverb
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
—Willa Cather (1873–1947) American Novelist, Writer
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory out of desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in a forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
—T. S. Eliot (1888–1965) American-British Poet, Dramatist, Literary Critic
Summer has set in with its usual severity.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834) English Poet, Literary Critic, Philosopher
And the spring comes slowly up this way.
—Robert Burns (1759–96) Scottish Poet, Songwriter
Spring is not the best of seasons. Cold and flu are two good reasons; wind and rain and other sorrow, warm today and cold tomorrow. Whoever said Spring was romantic? The word that best applies is frantic!
—Unknown
January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps—but, O ye hours! Follow with May’s fairest flowers.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822) English Poet, Dramatist, Essayist, Novelist
Every year, back come Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
—Dorothy Parker (1893–1967) American Humorist, Journalist
When a poet mentions the spring we know that the zephyrs are about to whisper, that the groves are to recover their verdure, the linnets to warble forth their notes of love, and the flocks and herds to frisk over vales painted with flowers.
—Samuel Johnson (1709–84) British Essayist
Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. Let them be your only diet, drink, and botanical medicines.
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–62) American Philosopher
For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the seasons of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837–1909) English Poet, Novelist
January, month of empty pockets! Let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.
—Colette (1873–1954) French Novelist, Performer
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616) British Playwright
The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?
—J. B. Priestley (1894–1984) English Novelist, Playwright, Critic
April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.
—Christopher Morley (1890–1957) American Novelist, Journalist, Poet, Essayist
We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise we harden.
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832) German Poet
Many of the phenomena of Winter are suggestive of an inexpressible tenderness and fragile delicacy. We are accustomed to hear this king described as a rude and boisterous tyrant; but with the gentleness of a lover he adorns the tresses of Summer.
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–62) American Philosopher
Oh, the long and dreary winter! Oh, the cold and cruel winter.
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–82) American Poet, Educator, Academic
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
—Doug Larson (1926–2017) American Columnist
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
—Anne Bradstreet (1612–72) American Poet
April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950) American Poet, Playwright, Feminist
Summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
—Henry James (1843–1916) American-born British Novelist, Writer
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