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There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.

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

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices.

Friendship that flows from the heart cannot be frozen by adversity, as the water that flows from the spring cannogt congeal in winter.

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.

Sweetheart, when you walk my way,_x000D__x000D_Be it dark or be it day;_x000D__x000D_Dreary winter, fairy May,_x000D__x000D_I shall know and greet you._x000D__x000D_For each day of grief or grace_x000D__x000D_Brings you nearer my embrace;_x000D__x000D_Love hath fashioned your dear face,_x000D__x000D_I shall know you when I meet you.

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.

Remember_x000D__x000D_This December,_x000D__x000D_That love weighs more than gold!

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.

When a woman gets married it is like jumping into a hole in the ice in the middle of winter: you do it once and you remember it the rest of your days.

And how stands the city on this winter night? More prosperous, more secure, and happier than it was 8 years ago. But more than that: After 200 years, two centuries, she still stands strong and true on the granite ridge, and her glow has held steady no matter what storm. And she's still a beacon, still a magnet for all who must have freedom, for all the pilgrims from all the lost places who are hurtling through the darkness, toward home.

He loves not well whose love is bold!_x000D__x000D_I would not have thee come too nigh._x000D__x000D_The sun's gold would not seem pure gold_x000D__x000D_Unless the sun were in the sky:_x000D__x000D_To take him thence and chain him near_x000D__x000D_Would make his beauty disappear._x000D__x000D_William Winter, Love's Queen._x000D__x000D_The unconquerable pang of despised love.

Love knows no winter; no, no! It is, and remains the sign of spring.

I who all the Winter through,_x000D__x000D_Cherished other loves than you_x000D__x000D_And kept hands with hoary policy in marriage-bed and pew;_x000D__x000D_Now I know the false and true,_x000D__x000D_For the earnest sun looks through,_x000D__x000D_And my old love comes to meet me in the dawning and the dew.

I love you like a river that understands that it must learn to flow differently over waterfalls and to rest in the shallows. I love you because we are all born in the same place, at the same source, which keeps us provided with a constant supply of water. And so, when we feel weak, all we have to do is wait a little. The spring returns, and the winter snows melt and fill us with new energy.

Behold, we know not anything;_x000D__x000D_I can but trust that good shall fall_x000D__x000D_At last-far off-at last, to all,_x000D__x000D_And every winter change to spring.

Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, 'What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.' Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.

Do you have a kinder, more adaptable friend in the food world than soup? Who soothes you when you are ill? Who refuses to leave you when you are impoverished and stretches its resources to give a hearty sustenance and cheer? Who warms you_x000D__x000D_in the winter and cools you in the summer? Yet who also is capable of doing honor_x000D__x000D_to your richest table and impressing your most demanding guests? Soup does its_x000D__x000D_loyal best, no matter what undignified conditions are imposed upon it. You don't_x000D__x000D_catch steak hanging around when you're poor and sick, do you?

Don't you know that day dawns after night, showers displace drought, and spring and summer follow winter? Then, have hope! Hope forever, for God will not fail you!

Nature is full of freaks, and now puts an old head on young shoulders, and then takes a young heart heating under fourscore winters.