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The
four seasons of the year
are the
four seasons of life
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Time will pass, and
seasons will come and go.
Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go. And that's the way
new leaves grow. Some people come into our lives for a season, and some come for a lifetime. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than make up for in fruits.
Seasons continue spinning; the years keep rolling.
Nature gives to every season some beauties of its own. Embrace uncertainty
for some of the most beautiful chapters in our lives.
In nature, winter makes way for spring, and summer gives way to fall. Summer ends, and autumn comes. Love all the seasons, because every season has its own treasures.
Winter does not own the treasures of the spring; the spring does not own the treasures of the winter. You can cut all the flowers, but you can't keep spring from coming. Yellow butterflies look like flowers flying through the warm summer air. A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.
As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer
and winter, day and night will never cease.
Life is filled with rhythms — day and night, hot and cold, summer and winter, spring and fall.
Some people come into our lives for a season, and some come for a lifetime. Seasonal friends may change with the weather, but true friends remain constant. Beware of friends who only bring sunshine; they disappear as soon as the clouds roll in. True friends are like the seasons; they may change, but their love and support never waver. Love all the seasons and live all the seasons.
In seed time, learn; in harvest, teach; and in winter, enjoy. April showers bring May flowers. Summer collapsed into a fall. Winter is a season of rest from the wheel of the mind. A time to gather golden moments, embark on a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour. After August's rain, the best of the summer is gone. Autumn leaves don't fall; they fly.
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 coming and going of the seasons gives us more than the springtimes, summers, autumns, and winters of our lives.
Winter is a time to stand firm and prepare for a breakthrough spring; a time to see the promises of souls in summer; a time to position oneself for miracles. Fall is a time to anticipate Heaven's provision and blessing. The changing of the seasons is a reminder to live in the present and accept
each moment as it comes. We need the seasons to live to the rhythm of rain and sun.
We are all leaves of one tree; we are all waves of one sea. Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.
Life is a cycle of joy and sorrow; the key is to move through the sorrow with courage and embrace the joy with gratitude. Dawn comes after night, and spring comes after the winter. Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn’t stop for anyone.
Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. In every change and in every falling leaf, there is some pain and some beauty. We do not remember days; we remember moments. People walk in and out of our lives, but the one whose footstep made a long-lasting impression is the one we should never allow to walk out. A grief trigger is anything that brings up memories related to a loss.
If you feel like you're losing everything, remember that
trees lose their leaves every year, but
they
still stand tall and wait for better days
to come.
Seasons change, and so do we. A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. When someone falls in love with
flowers and not the
roots, they
won't know what to do
once fall and winter come. Seasons change, and so do people. But the seasons do come back every year. But never do people. No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. Write it in your heart that every day is the best day of the year.
Follow your bliss, and the universe will open
doors where there were only
walls.
Everything on earth has its own time and its own season.
A
time to be born and a time to die;
a time to show ourselves and a time to
hide;
a time to plant, a time to harvest;
a
time to break down, a time to build up;
a time to weep, a time to
laugh;
a time to mourn, a time to dance;
a time to seek, a time to lose;
a time to keep and a
time to throw away;
a time to tear and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence
and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate;
a time for war and a
time for peace.
(Ecclesiastes 3:1–8)
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