No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.
No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.
All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.
When you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come
Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
Spring is God's way of saying, 'One more time!'
If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.
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.
No one can look at a pine tree in winter without knowing that spring will come again in due time.
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
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