Summer, Celia Thaxter

There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.

- Celia Thaxter (1835-1894)

Winter, Willa Cather

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

- Willa Cather (1873-1947)

Winter, William Bradford

And for the season it was winter, and they that know the winters of that country know them to be sharp and violent, and subject to cruel and fierce storms.

- William Bradford (Plymouth Colony governor, 1590-1657)

Winter, William Shakespeare

Blow, blow, thou winter wind. Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.

- William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Autumn, Percy Bysshe Shelley

There is a harmony. In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been!

- Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

Autumn, Albert Camus

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

- Albert Camus (1913-1960)

Autumn, Mitchell Burgess

If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come before.

- Mitchell Burgess

Life, Hellenic Proverb

It will not always be summer.

- Hellenic Proverb

Autumn, Rose G. Kingsley

In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil. And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November.

- Rose G. Kingsley

정원에서 맞는 가을은 실로 한 해 중 더 없이 영광스러운 계절로서, 몇 달 동안 생각하고 돌보며 고생한 결실을 가져다 줍니다. 그리고 아마 수선화가 필 때를 제외하면 그 어느 계절도 8월부터 11월 만큼 화려한 색으로 빛나는 때는 없을 겁니다.

- 로즈 킹슬리

Autumn, Takayuki IKKAKU

Fiery colors begin their yearly conquest of the hills, propelled by the autumn winds. Fall is the artist.

- Takayuki IKKAKU

http://ourfunnyplanet.com/golden-fall/

Autumn, Percy Bysshe Shelley

There is a harmony. In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been!

- Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)