Each season represents a different phase of our life. While spring symbolises birth and summer represents youth, autumn mirrors maturity and winter denotes the evening year. We brought you a bouquet of lovely quotes for each season so you remember to embrace and appreciate life in all its glory.

SUMMER

“Summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people. For those few months, you’re not required to be who everyone thinks you are, and that cut-grass smell in the air and the chance to dive into the deep end of a pool give you a courage you don’t have the rest of the year. You can be grateful and easy, with no eyes on you, and no past. Summer just opens the door and lets you out.”

― Deb Caletti, American writer

WINTER

“Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It’s late afternoon – the sun is just setting (a cold yellow color) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write to you.” 

― Jean WebsterDaddy-Long-Legs

AUTUMN

“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love – that makes life and nature harmonize. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”

[Letter to Miss Eliot, Oct. 1, 1841]” 
― George Eliot

SPRING

“It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.” 
― John GalsworthyThe Forsyte Saga

RAIN

“Heaven opened and the water hammered down, reviving the reluctant old well, green missing the pigless pigsty, carpet bombing still, tea-colored puddles the way memory bombs still, tea-colored minds.” 
― Arundhati RoyThe God of Small Things