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If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, read more
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.
 Autumn to winter, winter into spring,
 Spring into summer, summer into fall,--
  So rolls the changing year, read more 
 Autumn to winter, winter into spring,
 Spring into summer, summer into fall,--
  So rolls the changing year, and so we change;
   Motion so swift, we know not that we move. 
And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your read more
And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's read more
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.
 Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
 Whether the summer clothe the general earth
  With greenness, read more 
 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, while the nigh thatch
     Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall,
      Heard only in the trances of the blast,
       Of if the secret ministry of frost
        Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
         Quietly shining to the quiet moon. 
Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!"
Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!"
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the read more
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.
In a way winter is the real spring, the time when the inner things happen, the resurge of nature.
In a way winter is the real spring, the time when the inner things happen, the resurge of nature.