What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.
Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.
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.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.
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.
The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
Antisthenes says that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
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.
A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.
Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud; And after summer evermore succeeds Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold: So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.
God is day and night, winter and summer, war and peace, surfeit and hunger.
Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
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