Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms Without the aid of the seasons

I know I am but summer to your heart and not the full four seasons of the yea

What good is the warmth of summer without the cold of winter to give it sweetness

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summe

The events of childhood do not pass but repeat themselves like seasons of the yea

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring

I don t even remember the season I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere

Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons and you will find that it is to the soul what the water bath is to the body

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