Top 1200 Autumn And Winter Quotes & Sayings - Page 16

Normally, when I skydive, even in winter, I wear very thin gloves. I want to be flexible, with fast reactions.

I realise there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go.

The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year - the days when summer is changing into autumn - the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.

You may have the worst timing since Napoleon decided the dead of winter was the right moment to invade Russia.

I love Fayetteville. I like hills and vistas and hardworking people and fighting snow in winter and chiggers in the summer.

I don't believe in eating junk and I protect my face all the time from the sun, even in the winter with base and makeup.

No one can look at a pine tree in winter without knowing that spring will come again in due time.

Uneasily the leaves fall at this season, forgetting what to do or where to go; the red amnesiacs of autumn drifting thru the graveyard forest. What they have forgotten they have forgotten: what they meant to do instead of fall is not in earth or time recoverable the fossils of intention, the shapes of rot.

Green thoughts emerge from some deep source of stillness which the very fact of winter has released.

I travel pretty much every weekend of the summer. And then during the winter, I still do appearances and a couple contests here and there.

Pain can make a whole winter bright, like fever, force us to live deep and hard.

True men" ... are strong willed, have dignity in their demeanor, serenity in their expression. They are cool like autumn, warm like spring. Their passions arise like the four seasons, in harmony with the ten thousand creatures, and no one knows their limits.

The natural sweetness of leeks, with their soft, oniony aroma, makes them the perfect winter comfort food.

Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summers dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not.

The birth and rebirth of all nature, / The passing of winter and spring, / We share with the life universal, / Rejoice in the magical ring.

Abysmal vermin that I am, I couldn't of course tell her that it was her incredible mother that I wanted to see again… I knew only as I drove through the cold, night autumn air that somewhere Freud, Sophocles and Eugene O’Neill were laughing.

I am extremely involved in the design process of both my brands, Winter Kate and House of Harlow 1960.

It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.

Winter's palette is clear and spare, restrictive enough to curb the excesses of even the most daring gardeners.

Life is a dream and autumn is a dream within dream!

In general, just as a framing, we always thought about 'Winter Soldier' very specifically as a political thriller.

Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metaphor in a poem celebrating death: there is no way out.

An extra yawn one morning in the springtime, an extra snooze one night in the autumn is all that we ask in return for dazzling gifts. We borrow an hour one night in April; we pay it back with golden interest five months later.

The Mississippi Delta is not always dark with rain. Some autumn mornings, the sun rises over Moon Lake, or Eagle, or Choctaw, or Blue, or Roebuck, all the wide, deep waters of the state, and when it does, its dawn is as rosy with promise and hope as any other.

[I have] a heavenly vase full of autumn leaves today. They look so beautiful. How much closer to God can one get? And a beautiful blue heron flew over the brook. Nature can make me cry faster than anything.

When I read Daniel Woodrell's novel 'Winter's Bone,' I was drawn to the characters, the setting, and the sound of the dialog.

For families flying out of the U.K. for a winter getaway, airports should be the ideal place to pick up a bargain.

He is no longer a city dweller who has even once in his life caught a ruff or seen how, on clear and cool autumn days, flocks of migrating thrushes drift over a village. Until his death he will be drawn to freedom.

Catch a vista of maples in that long light and you see Autumn glowing through the leaves.... The promise of gold and crimson is there among the branches, though as yet it is achieved on only a stray branch, an impatient limb or an occasional small tree which has not yet learned to time its changes.

When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.

Nothing is as easy to make as a promise this winter to do something next summer; this is how commencement speakers are caught.

I have no idea how to dress for the winter. I tend to end up wearing tracksuits and a beanie most of the time.

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

Limiting Covid's impact requires us to think differently about confronting respiratory pathogens in the winter.

Do not hurry too fast in these early winter days, - a quiet hour is worth more to you than anything you can do in it.

The Bowery Hotel is always a great place to meet people for drinks. It's so cozy in there, especially in the late fall and winter.

The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning!

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

The hearts that love will know never winter's frost and chill. Summer's warmth is in them still.

There are two seasonal diversions that can ease the bite of any winter. One is the January thaw. The other is the seed catalogues.

Winter's notion of poetry is tragedy. It knows nothing of comedy. Its laughter was frozen on its lips long ago.

You are brave, kicking a chained prisoner. They must sing heroic ballads about you on winter nights!" (Alanna)

I like Miami in the winter: there's no humidity, no bugs, no mosquitoes. You go out and wear your jacket, and you're all good!

Through the chill of December the early winter moans... but it's that January wind that rattles old bones.

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

In autumn 2012 I conducted a dedication and blessing service following the Civil Partnership of two wonderful gay Christians. Why? Not to challenge the traditional understanding of marriage - far from it - but to extend to these people what I would do to others: the love and support of our local church.

I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.

I raise my pelvis to God so that it may know the truth of how flowers smash through the long winter.

When she sees the leaves fall, they raise no other idea in her mind than that winter is approaching.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts.

In Finland in the winter, when the sky is totally choked with clouds, the country becomes one big sensory deprivation tank.

Winter horseshoes are equipped with little spikes that give a horse traction on snow and ice and prevent it from slipping.

On the heights it is warmer than people in the valley suppose, especially in winter. The thinker recognizes the full import of this simile.

There's nothing better than curling up with a good book and sitting in front of the fire on winter evenings.

He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.

The learned should be vigorous and diligent, but they should also be free-spirited. If they are too rigorous and austere, they have the death-dealing quality of autumn but lack the life-giving quality of spring. How can they develop people then?

I like having a lot of sunlight because it helps me wake up. And I don't get depressed in winter.

(Bill) Terry, you can ask for more money in the winter and do less in the summer than any ballplayer I know.

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.